Again I find myself in the rereading mode. I often am more enthusiastic about reading books that are new to me. Discovery mode. This week I seem to be happily revisiting friends from the past. Tonight it’s Rilke’s Book of Hours, translated.
You create yourself in ever-changing shapes
that rose from the stuff of our days–
unsung, unmourned, undescribed,
like a forest we never knew.
–Rilke (tr. Barrows, Macy)
Robin Reagler 