He has received me, but that means nothing until I tell you how. Thus: the way a beloved place receives you on your return through many tangled trails. A spring which you sang and lived for day and night while you were gone. A grove over whose leafy canopies the birds cast shadows as they fly back and forth. A path along the roses that never ceased to lead you where you needed to go. And like a great dog did he receive me, recognizing me with peaceable, caressing eyes. And like an eastern god, moving only from within his noble calm, and with the smiles of a woman and the eager hands of a child. And he led me around to see the gardens and houses and studios.
Letter to Clara Westhoff Rilke
September 15, 1905
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Hi, Carol, I agree with Maureen that your work and blog are fascinating and look forward to further explorations. As for your kind comments on this blog, many thanks, as Ruth and I always say, all gratitude should properly go to Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy, the editors and translators of the A Year With Rilke book. We urge everyone to click on the sidebar link and get a copy.ReplyDelete