[For the Sake of a Single Poem] "… Ah, poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime."--Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.
Lord, it is time. The summer was so great./Now lay your shadow across the sundials/And let the winds of the field run free.--Rainer Maria Rilke (The photo shows Rilke at the Worpswede arts colony c. 1901.) http://translations.diehoren.com/2016/06/one-autumn-in-paris-rilkes-herbsttag.html