Here's my goal for the summer -- silencing the raucous voices in my head that keep me from writing, as poet Ranier Maria Rilke put it so well:
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsof her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth --it's she who drives the loudmouths from the halland clears it for a different celebration,where the one guest is you.In the softness of the eveningit's you she receives.
Excerpted from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (New York: Riverhead, 1996), p. 64.