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0106 To Rilke From Poemhunters
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0106 To Rilke From Poemhunters

We're living just as the century begins.

A great leaf, that God and we
shall cover with our writing
turns now, overhead, in strange hands.
We feel the sweep of it like a wind.

We see the brightness of a new page
where everything yet can happen.

Unmoved by us, the fates take its measure
and look at one another, saying nothing.

And we write.



(Following Rilke's poem I,8 in his 'Book of Hours')

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Comments (3)

It's a very beautiful poem, Michael Shepherd. Let's get to know eachoter. I will send you some poems. We can get to know eachother through our poetry.
i like this...a great connection to the R. poem
Oh yes, this is really how it is. That pure white sheet of paper ready to be filled with dreams, tears, and laughter. Thanks for this. Raynette