Guest guest Posted April 28, 2003 Report Share Posted April 28, 2003  Rainer Maria Rilke, "Book of Hours," trans barrows/macy; some poems from part I, "The Book of a Monastic Life" *Du wirst nur mit der Tat erfafst* Only in our doing can we grasp you.Only with our hands can we illumine you.The mind is but a visitor:it thinks us out of our world. Each mind fabricates itself.We sense its limits, for we have made them.And just when we would flee them, you comeand make of yourself an offering. I don't want to think a place for you.Speak to me from everywhere.Your Gospel can be comprehendedwithout looking for its source. When I go toward youit is with my whole life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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