Before Summer Rain

Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood

you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour

will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.

And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Comments (3)

....beautifully penned ★ lost in a vast ocean of clouds
I understand that this poem is now quoted by a pirate lord in 'Pirates of the Caribbean: At the World's End'
One of the greatest 'mountain' poems ever written, with an incredibly vivid imagery of the night landscape under the moon, battered by the ceaseless wind. Beautiful - made me interested in Li Po