Sunday, 19 July 2009

Down the road, afternoon. A guest post by Rilke, who, in deference to his status, is allowed three extra words.

Landscape stopped halfway
between the earth and sky,
with voices of bronze and water,
ancient and new, tough and tender,

like an offering lifted
towards accepting hands:
lovely completed land,
warm, like bread!
(From the Valaisian Quatrains, French Poems, trans. Poulin.)

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