Monday, July 12, 2010

Before Summer Rain - Rainer Maria Rilke

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.

1 comment:

Eric Alder said...

Thanks for sharing this one!

Maybe you can read some of my stuff when you have a chance. Don't let the name throw you... I'm not a redneck.

Bubba’s Place

Also, if you appreciate non-traditional haiku: Haiku Koo-Koo