Monday, January 17, 2011

the way it is with children






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I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
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may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
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If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
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Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
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streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Rilke's Book of Hours
translation by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
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