Les Roses XX
by Rainer Maria Rilke
( translation: A. Poulin, Jr. )
Except from your inner
circle, tell me, rose,
where does your slow essence
come from to impose
all those unearthly raptures
on this space of prose?
Les Roses XX
by Rainer Maria Rilke
( translation: A. Poulin, Jr. )
Except from your inner
circle, tell me, rose,
where does your slow essence
come from to impose
all those unearthly raptures
on this space of prose?