We Must Not Portray You - Rilke


 We must not portray you in king's robes,
You drifting mist that brought forth the morning,

Once again from the old paintbox
we take the same gold for scepter and crown
That has disguised you through the ages.

Piously we produce our images of you
Til they stand around you like a thousand walls.
And when our hearts would simply open,
Our fervent hands hide you.

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