Silent friend of many distances,
feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence ring out
like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your
face grows mighty from the nourishment thus
offered. Move through transformation, out and in. What is the deepest loss
that you have suffered? If drinking is bitter, change yourself to
wine. In this immeasurable darkness, be the
power
that rounds your sense in their magic ring,
the sense of their
mysterious encounter. And if the earthly no longer knows your
name,
whisper to the silent earth: I’m flowing.
To the flashing water say: I am. ~ Rilke, The Sonnets to Orpheus, II,
29(Translation by Steven
Mitchell)
posted on July 3, 2009 7:43 AM ()
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