I've been reading Rilke before bed every night...lovely how one poet can make you beam inside and fix all the ouchies.
What he wrote were beautiful songs and lullabies, the greatest man to sprout out of the modernist movement.
Here is a little taste...
"Command the fruits to swell on the tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine..."
"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."
"If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream.
But when you want to wake, I am your wish,
and I grow strong with all magnificence
and turn myself into a stars vast silence
above the strange and distant city, Time."
"Oh look at that beautiful ball over there:
red and round as an Everywhere.
Good that you made it be.
If I call, will it come to me?"
goodnight folks;
sleep very far away tonight.
april e. henry.
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