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Rainer Maria Rilke | Gentlest of Ways.

I love you, gentlest of Ways
who ripened us as we wrestled with you.

You, the great homesickness we could never shake off,

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July Interval

Holy Ones I know, you grasp
the thread of my life. Sometimes
I feel your fingers drawing
me tight against the soundboard.

Can I sing for all of us, or does the song come for me alone? 849 more words


The Flamingos ~

Jardin des Plantes, Paris
By Rainer Maria Rilke
(translated by Len Krisak)

In Fragonard-reflections such as these,
one sees no more of true flamingo red… 100 more words


Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head / and pretend that he just doesn’t see?

Growing up in Harpswell, Maine, I was always conscious of the wind. The Atlantic Ocean was our front yard, and our house was completely exposed. Even playing in the woods as a child, I thought the wind was trying to tell me something.   410 more words