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Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Poem: Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy in "A Year with Rilke"

I am, you anxious one.

Do you sense me, ready to break
into being at your touch?
My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.
Can't you see me standing before you
cloaked in stillness?...

I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am that wanting:
I grow strong in the beauty you behold.
And with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time.

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