I think this poem is still under copyright, so click here to read the whole thing.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely—and why?
We’re still reminded: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means…
Links to more Poetry Friday contributions to come later. (I dare not speculate as to how much later. Things are a little hectic around here.)
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