Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 23, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Before Summer Rain

by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926).


Before Summer Rain


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,                                              5

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                                                       10

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.



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