Core of the Rose
By Rainer Maria Rilke
( translation: Walter Arndt )
Where is to this inner
An outer? On what ache
Do they lay such linen?
And what heavens are mirrored within it,
In the sheltered lake
Of these open roses,
Carefree ones: understand
How they loosely lie in the looseness
As if never a hand,
Trembling, might spill them…”