Wednesday
Jun062012
The hour bows down and stirs me
Wednesday, June 6, 2012 at 4:19PM
The hour bows down and stirs me
with a clear and ringing stroke;
my senses tremble. I feel that I can—
and I seize the forming day.
Nothing was yet done before I beheld it,
and every becoming stood still;
my ways of seeing are ripe, and, like a bride,
to each one comes the thing each wills.
Nothing is too small for me, and I love it anyway
and paint it on the golden base and large—
and hold it high; and I don’t know whose
soul this might yet free . . .
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Prayers of a Young Poet, translated and introduced by Mark S. Burrows
(Brewster, MA: Paraclete Press, forthcoming in October, 2012), 1
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