The Hour is Striking
By Rainer Maria Rilke
The hour is striking so close above
me,
So clear and sharp,
That all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: there’s a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been
real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and
be met.
I recently found this poem and fell in love with it.
Happy March, spring is around the corner,
the air is sweet with possabilities.
I recently found this poem and fell in love with it.
Happy March, spring is around the corner,
the air is sweet with possabilities.
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