Toward world’s end, through the bare
Beginnings of winter, they are traveling again.
How many winters have we seen it happen,
Watched the same sign come forward as they pass
Cities sprung around this route their gold
Engraved on the desert, and yet
Held our peace, these
Being the Wise, come to see at the accustomed hour
Nothing changed: roofs, the barn
Blazing in darkness, all they wish to see.
--Louise Glück
(Nobel Laureate 2020)
Image source: Sassetta (Stefano di Giovanni), The Journey of the Magi (ca. 1433-1435), https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/437611
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