Photo: Ronda. I love discovering references to authors I’ve read, especially when I don’t expect it to happen. In this case, Rainer Maria Rilke, in the mountains of Andalusia, where he arrived somehow by chance in 1912 and subsequently triggered his poetic intuition.

We wouldn’t know what to say

and  would avoid each other’s eyes

Belated  emotions would stifle our throats

Much more,  we would prefer

Take the time to write in rhymes

what we were trying to grasp