[Lent: day 33/40]

[hermionesviolin]

The Angels
-Rainer Maria Rilke

They all have tired mouths
and bright seamless souls.
And a longing (as for sin)
sometimes haunts their dream.

They are almost all alike;
in God's gardens they keep still,
like many, many intervals
in his might and melody.

Only when they spread their wings
are they wakers of a wind:
as if God with his broad sculptor-
hands leafed through the pages
in the dark book of the beginning.

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[hermionesviolin.livejournal.com]

*facepalm* It's typoed on the page I copied it from and my brain didn't even notice, just translated it to how I knew it should be.

I remember reading Letters to a Young Poet some years back and not being very into it, so I haven't tried to pick him up again. I'll add Book of Hours to my To Read List, though.