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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0034 Going to school to Rilke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We could not have counted on it, <br>those days when we were children young in years<br>but rich with a thousand hopes<br>jostling, pushed aside, forgotten in a day, <br>turned over in the mind in those few savoured moments<br>before a happy-tired sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nor did we think even to hope for it<br>or think how it would be to squeeze the honey of it<br>between our palms into our ready mouths<br>leaving the wax upon our hands and laughing<br>together or alone, in rainbow solitude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but now it’s here, we can savour the honey of it, <br>the future which we could not have had before<br>the days and years had closed like inexorable cupped petals, <br>into a summer evening’s sun-hazed past –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we could not have hoped or counted on nor dreamed -<br>these days when, all required work now done, <br>life’s evening hours and the late and lazy<br>golden leisure of fruit-filled autumn branches<br>stretches out in even though not endless measure –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">today I choose to go to school to Rilke, <br>a choice as free as we think the birds are free, <br>the animals, the trees – yet know so little, <br>so very little, of their life –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and pick up the book of his poems at blissful random, <br>and read one single line –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I have great faith in all things not yet spoken’ –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and sit here, as the world falls, gently, as somewhere far away, <br>the book silent between my hands, having spoken, <br>like a honeycomb holding the honey<br>of some new, untrodden, unbelievably rich life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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but rich with a thousand hopes
jostling, pushed aside, forgotten in a day, 
turned over in the mind in those few savoured moments
before a happy-tired sleep

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