Tuesday, April 1, 2008

early spring

It can be difficult here to determine when spring has arrived. Today it is nearly 60--wet, warm, and rainy. Tomorrow the temperature is expected to be 45. Fickle, turbulent spring.

Yet also, as Rilke reminds us, Spring is soft, new, and growing.


Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

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