For as long as I can remember, our family celebrated the holidays with pomegranates. On Christmas Eve, we would place our stockings at the end of the bed. In the morning, each stocking would always be filled with small gifts and topped with the heavy, red fruit.
The minute I discovered these images from Art Young's pen and ink drawing series "Trees at Night" from the 1920s, I was completely enthralled by them. There has always been something about the shapes and movements of trees that has called to me.
Despite the title, Rilke’s words are not limited to only the young or only poets. Over the past year, I have been reading (and re-reading) the letters and found them quite moving.