Others on lengthy wanderings
to the darksome poets are forced to fare;
must always be asking a traveler
if he's not seem one singing there
or laying his hands on strings.
Only girls will never ask
what bridge leads to images;
will smile merely, brightlier than necklaces
of pearl against silver bowls unfurled.
All doors from their lives are entrances
into a poet
and into the world.
-Rainer Maria Rilke