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Before Summer Rain

Rainer Maria Rilke - Tue, Jun 26th 2012


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 St. 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 fro us, cautiously, as though
They weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.
And so reflected on the faded tapestries now,
The chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
Childhood hours when you were so afraid.
Rainer Maria Rilke  (1875 - 1926) Prague 
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