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You Don’t Have to Understand Life
You don’t have to understand life,
then it becomes a celebration.
And let each day for you arrive,
like blossoms blown towards a child
from every whiff of wind while walking on.
To gather them, collect and save
would never cross the youngster’s mind.
But from the tangled curls of hair
wherein the flowers would be kept ensnared
those two young hands release and bare
the lovely tender years towards new finds.
(Rainer Maria Rilke, first published in 1899, translation © Veronika Bond, 2023)
then it becomes a celebration.
And let each day for you arrive,
like blossoms blown towards a child
from every whiff of wind while walking on.
To gather them, collect and save
would never cross the youngster’s mind.
But from the tangled curls of hair
wherein the flowers would be kept ensnared
those two young hands release and bare
the lovely tender years towards new finds.
(Rainer Maria Rilke, first published in 1899, translation © Veronika Bond, 2023)
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