Rainer Maria Rilke - In Ca**ocks Clad lyrics

In ca**ocks clad I have had many brothers In southern cloisters where the laurel grows, They paint Madonnas like fair human mothers And I dream of young Titians and of others In which the God with shining radiance glows. But though my vigil constantly I keep My God is dark—like woven texture flowing, A hundred drinking roots, all intertwined; I only know that from His warmth I'm growing. More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep My branches only are swayed by the wind.