Nur nimm sie wieder aus der Städte Schuld

Only retrieve them from the cities guilt,
where everything for them is anger and confusion,
and wounded patience sucks them dry.

Has the earth, then, no room for them?
Whom does the wind seek? For whom
is the wet glistening of streams?

Is there by the banks
of the pond's deep dreaming
nowhere they can see their faces reflected?

They need only, as a tree does,
a little space in which to grow.

-- R.M. Rilke
Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

Read it in the original German here