From The Book Of Monastic Life #1
Martyn Bates, Rainer Maria Rilke
I'm living now just where the century ends
One feels the wind from some great leaf blows
Down, which god and you and I have written on
And now high up is turned in alien hands
One feels the brightness gleam from a new page
On which all yet may come to be
Their calibre the silent forces cause
And eye each other darksomely
