I Love You,
Gentlest of Ways
I love you,
gentlest of Ways,
who ripened us
as we wrestled with you.
You, the great
homesickness we could never shake off,
you, the
forest that always surrounded us,
you, the song
we sang in every silence,
your dark net
threading through us,
on the day you
made us you created yourself,
and we grew
sturdy in your sunlight....
Let your hand
rest on the rim of Heaven now
and mutely
bear the darkness we bring over you.
-- Rainer
Maria Rilke
(Translation
by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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