Parading

The evening folds about itself the dark

Garments the old trees hold out to it. —Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Randall Jarrell
Garments the old trees hold out to it. —Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Randall Jarrell
Garments the old trees hold out to it.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Randall Jarrell

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