Saturday, 15 January 2011
Bohemian Folk-Song (Rilke)
A Bohemian folk-song
Touches me deeply;
Comes to me softly,
Makes my heart blue.
When a child quietly sings
In the field or allotment
His song lingers with me,
It haunts me at night.
If you plan to go travelling
To far-away places,
It'll come to you often;
Again and again.
(Rilke; translation JRP)
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