Rilke

I had no blip, and when facebook told me it's World Poetry Day I remembered the little snippet I've been carrying around in my purse for a while. I did like this one line a lot, not knowing the entire poem (I do now and still like it). It's not about spring or Easter - Rilke wrote it Advent 1898.

Here it is and this link takes you to the original and a few translations, if you like.

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