Advent Poem By Rilke in English

Advent

 

The wind in the winter

white forest

Urges the snowflakes along

like a shepherd, 

and many a fir tree senses

how soon she holy and

sacredly lighted will be,

and so listens carefully. She

extends her branches

towards the white paths

ever ready,

resisting the wind and 

growing towards

that great night of glory