Earth can make of us broken ones
flowers and wear us as a charm,
choose to adorn herself with some,
to be admired, to enchant,
give delight, ward evil, bring calm.
Good luck flows or magic powers.
This turns our mind around, spreads balm:
earth's talisman, us her flowers.
My friend, Ruth, has re-surfaced quietly and started another blog, Washed Stones, inspired by one of Rilke's poems, Not Poor. Today she gave the translation by her friend, Inge, who speaks German, of one of his lines to the effect that earth adorns herself with us like a talisman or charm. I love this thought, actually got flipped inside- out by it, and explored it for the prompt by Gemma Wiseman, offered by Gay Reiser over at dVerse Poets to write a Huitain. She tells how so check it out.
