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 (4)

lt's a wonderful poem, l am enriched by reading it.
lt's a wonderful poem, l am enriched by reading it.
lt's a wonderful poem, l am enriched by reading it.
My Dad used to recite this poem many years ago when I was little in 1940s early 50s. I could imagine the people in the Black Hole of Calcutta and remember many lines 'Day by day the Indian Tiger Louder yelled, and nearer crept; .. 'Pray for rescue, wives and mother, - Pray to-day! ' the soldier said.' It is a poem I love and can picture vividly. Thank you to whoever raised my father's interest in poetry.