(untitled, from The Book Of Hours)

by R. M. Rilke
translated by H. Landman


I find you there in every single thing
to which I'm good and like a loving brother
a tiny seed, in small things, slumbering
a great unfolding in the greater other.

That wondrous interplay of forces, flowing
through every thing that follows your direction:
in roots it's rising, in the heartwood going
and in the leaves, how like a resurrection.


Copyright ©1997 Howard A. Landman / howard@polyamory.org
Last updated 1997 May 16