I had you in all these things of the world,
that I love calmly, like a brother;
in things no one cares for you brood like a seed;
and to powerful things you give an immense power.
Strength plays such a marvelous game–
it moves through the things of the world like a servant,
groping out in roots, tapering in trunks,
and in the treetops like a rising from the dead.
translated by Robert Bly
love Ranier… !!
Me, too.
I love this. Wonderful poetry.
Yes, it is.
Fantastic poem.
Glad you liked this one, Bob.
Love. ❤
I love Rilke, too.