Stranger Fruit

Friday Poem



And you are waiting, expecting that one thing,

which infinitely enriches your life;

the mighty, tremendous,

the awakening of the stones,

depths, turned to you.

Dawning in the bookshelves

are volumes in gold and brown;

and you think of encompassed lands

of images, of the garments of

women lost again.

And suddenly you realise: that was it.

You rise to your feet and before you stands

a past year’s

fear and guise and prayer.

Ranier Maria Rilke

Rilke died 29th December 1926,