Poetry Friday: Driving Out The Loudmouths

Here's my goal for the summer -- silencing the raucous voices in my head that keep me from writing, as poet Ranier Maria Rilke put it so well:

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads

of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth --

it's she who drives the loudmouths from the hall

and clears it for a different celebration,

where the one guest is you.

In the softness of the evening

it's you she receives.

Excerpted from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy (New York: Riverhead, 1996), p. 64.