Poetry Friday: Driving Out The Loudmouths

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 threads
of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth --
it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration,

where the one guest is you.
In the softness of the evening
it'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.