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I’m not quite sure what’s happened to the last couple of weeks, but I feel like I’ve entered an intense period of parenthood with both girls clamouring for attention all day. Every little moment of space I get, I use to recover enough energy for the rest of the day so apologies for the lack of posts.
In the meantime, I’m not really into poetry – for one thing, I can’t tell what’s good or not, and I struggle with texts that feel like pompous self-indulgence that everybody else raves about, however I do have a soft spot for Rainer Maria Rilke poems. I bought the Book of Hours a few years back on a whim and I fell in love with it; it’s full of beautiful things, and the poem below is my favourite.