A poem by Rilke in his Book of Hours (translated by Robert Bly):
I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song.
Rob's permutation:
I am circling around love, around the throbbing hum,
and I have been circling for thousands of days,
and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint,
or a rainy dawn, or a creation story.
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