Moretto da Brescia.
The saint raised his head, and the prayer fell back like a helmet from his head: because silently drew near the Niegeglaubte, the white animal like a stolen
pleads helpless doe with her eyes. The legs of ivory frame moved in light equilibria, slipped a white gloss saved through the skin, and on the animal front, on the quiet, bright,
stood like a tower on the moon, the horn so bright and took every step to straighten it.
was slightly gathered, so a little white
shone (whiter than all) of the teeth;
took to the nostrils and panting softly.
But his looks that not a thing limited, threw themselves Pictures in the room and made a blue sagas.
Rainer Maria Rilke
, Winter 1905/06, Meudon
Gedichte.Neue Gedichte.Neue poems Part 1.
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