Behind the blameless trees
old fate slowly builds
her mute countenance.
Wrinkles grow there . . .
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This translation is by James Burnham. See blackcatpoems.com for additional Rilke translations.
Very thoughtful poem, I enjoyed it.10...To write about the fate in such a manner is awesome. We always blame it in one or the other way but the fact remains as is which is Blameless.
Fate is also like blameless tree where every thing happens at its own course.
This is a very beautiful poem. Like to rad again and again. Enjoyed.