The wind, one brilliant day
by Antonio Machado
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
”In return for the odor of my jasmine, I’d like all the odor of your roses.”
”I have no roses, all the flowers in my garden are dead.”
”Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.”
The wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: ”What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?”
You See I Want a Lot
by Rainer Maria Rilke
You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything:
The darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing,
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.
But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.
You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old, and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.