Rest

10 06 2008

Rest! For once to be a guest.
No longer to feed on meagre fare.
No longer to snatch greedily.
For once let everything come and know:
All that happens is good.
Even courage at times must relax
And lose itself in
The folds of silken cloth.
Not always to be a soilder.
For once to unbind the hair and wear
The wide open collar,
To relax the finger tips
In cushions of silk-
And to have bathed.
And to learn again
The meaning of women,
the blue and white of their robes;
what hands they have,
how they sing their laughter
As fair hair pages carry them
Beautiful baskets laden
With luscious fruit.

-Rainer Maria Rilke


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