Fills now my cup, and past thought is
my fulness thereof. I harden as a stone
sets hard at its heart.
Hard that I am, I know this alone:
that thou didst grow—
— — — — — and grow,
as too great pain,
my heart’s reach utterly.
Now liest thou my womb athwart,
now can I not to thee again
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Always inspiring us here at The Vampire’s Wife - a beautiful poem by Rilke. With much love, Susie.