Monday, January 4, 2016

Poems for People Who Don't Like Poetry #9

Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
you come, too.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Pathways

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