Fig Tree

Fig tree, for how long now have I found meaning
in the way you almost forget to bloom
and drive without drama your pure mystery
into the young determined fruit.
Like a fountain’s channel your curving branches
force the sap downward and up again; look, it springs
straight from sleep into its sweetest achievement —
like the god entering the swan. . . .

— Rilke, From the Sixth Duino Elegy

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