THE AUSTRIAN POET-NOVELIST RAINER MARIA RILKE (1875-1926), THAT FAVORITE OF READERS WHO LIKE A LITTLE MYSTICISM MIXED IN WITH THEIR EARLY-MODERNIST ANGST, ONCE OBSERVED, TAKING IN NATURE’S BOUNTY, “EVERYTHING IS BLOOMING MOST RECKLESSLY.” FEELING THE SOUL-STIRRING HEAT, HE ADDED THAT, HAD THE SPLENDOR HE HAD WITNESSED BEEN MADE UP OF VOICES INSTEAD OF COLORS, “THERE WOULD [HAVE BEEN] AN UNBELIEVABLE SHRIEKING INTO THE HEART OF THE NIGHT.” THIS MONTH, WE CRY OUT IN CELEBRATION OF COLOR. POUR ON THE BOLDEST, BRIGHTEST HUES! WHEN WE BUST OPEN OUR PRETTY PINK PIÑATA, YOU’LL FIND IT FILLED WITH RAINBOW-COLORED MACAROONS. DIG IN!