I Can Relate

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.


Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that's wide and timeless.


So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a gravesite

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots



a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.



~ Ranier Maria Rilke
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2 Responses Feb 24, 2010

I like this poem, too--contemplative.

Lovely, thanks for sharing.