Water Wheels of Mill at Gennep
You are a wheel at which I stand,
whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up,
revolve me nearer to the center.
Then all the work I put my hand to
widens from turn to turn.
From The Book of Hours I, 45
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Writing like this just leaves me awed.
ReplyDeleteJust writing in to tell you that I'm a big fan of your blog. I read every update. Love Rilke, and Rumi too!
ReplyDeleteI need to place my work into such thoughts
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