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April is National Poetry Month! Rainer Maria Rilke, "Praising, That's It!"
Rainer Maria Rilke
Praising, That's It!
Praising, that's it! As a praiser and blesser
he came like the ore from the taciturn mine.
Came with his heart, oh, transient presser,
for men, of a never-exhaustible wine.
Voice never fails him for things lacking luster,
sacred example will open mouth.
All becomes vineyard, all becomes cluster,
warmed by his sympathy's ripening south.
Crypts and the mouldering kings who lie there
do not belie his praising, neither
doubt, when a shadow obscures our days.
He is a messenger always attendant,
reaching far through their gates resplendent
dishes of fruit for the dead to praise.
Praising, That's It!
Praising, that's it! As a praiser and blesser
he came like the ore from the taciturn mine.
Came with his heart, oh, transient presser,
for men, of a never-exhaustible wine.
Voice never fails him for things lacking luster,
sacred example will open mouth.
All becomes vineyard, all becomes cluster,
warmed by his sympathy's ripening south.
Crypts and the mouldering kings who lie there
do not belie his praising, neither
doubt, when a shadow obscures our days.
He is a messenger always attendant,
reaching far through their gates resplendent
dishes of fruit for the dead to praise.