A Bubble Bath of Clouds
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.from “Autumn Day” by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Thank you for posting the beautiful poem. I felt compelled to read it in its entirety. I found 2 translations of it on line – in a way, it was like 2 completely different poems. I prefer the version that you posted – more terse, but each word more full of meaning. The lines on being alone were very thought provoking – I could read them as being lonely or being content in being alone.
Thank you for all of your interesting posts and pictures you have done over the years. They are much appreciated.
Thank you Sandra!I’m glad you enjoyed it.