Poetry

Poem: The Eleventh Elegy Of Rainer Maria Rilke

By: Ken Eberhart

Elegy

In his notebook, he wrote
a single word, heard spoken
in the wind along the cliffs.
From the organic treasure
of the trees, he crushed
peaches in the palm of his
hand. The pit was sweet
to taste, the juice of lyrics
wrung out from fresh fruit.

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