The Angels – Rainer Maria Rilke

They all have tired mouths

and bright seamless souls.

And a longing (as for sin)

sometimes haunts their dream.

 

They are almost all alike;

in God’s gardens they keep still,

like many, many intervals

in his might and melody.

 

Only when they spread their wings

are they wakers of a wind:

as if God with his broad sculptor-

hands leafed through the pages

in the dark book of the beginning.

 

source:

Rilke, Rainer Maria. The Book of Images. New York: FSG, 1994. Print.

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