Poem: “The Man Watching,”  by Rainer Maria Rilke

Poem: “The Man Watching,” by Rainer Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say things I can’t bear without a friend, I can’t love without a sister. The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives...