A link to a few Rilke poems. poetry-chaikhana/Poets/R/RilkeRainerM/index.html I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life; as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small and in the vast you vastly yield yourself. The wondrous game that power plays with Things is to move in such submission through the world: groping in roots and growing thick in trunks and in treetops like a rising from the dead. -Rilke
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 14:14:35 +0000
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