with the man, who clenched his fists;
But dost thou not see by every fold
that she is as cool as God’s early day?
Yet the other looked somberly at him,
murmuring only: What has changed her so?
But at that the angel cried: Carpenter,
dost thou not yet see that the Lord God is acting?
Because thou makest boards, in thy pride
wouldst thou really call him to account
who modestly out of the same wood
makes leaves burgeon and buds swell?
He understood. And as he now raised his eyes
very frightened, to the angel,
he was gone. He pushed his heavy
cap slowly off. Then he sang praise.
Joseph’s Suspicion by Rainer Maria Rilke
