Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, 7b

Based on the Rilke erasures posted here a few days ago.

Here are five erasure stanzas.

Flowers arranging hands once more restore you still easy for them given to them Touched hands of girls commencing death feeling fingers in the jug as a sign again Lying streaming as you foresaw tired from girl warmth dark that you are Perhaps from wanting possible as you recover like confessions tired sins Garden table edge to edge water gathered more plucking bound to bloom