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
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.
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 senses in their magic ring,
the sense of their mysterious encounter.
that rounds your senses 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.
whisper to the silent earth: I’m flowing.
To the flashing water say: I am.
Rilke, The Sonnets to Orpheus, II, 29
(Translated by Steven Mitchell)
This week, Poetry Thursday asks us to revisit our earliest encounters with poetry, our luminous reading experiences and our thoughts about poetry in a meme. My responses are here.
1 comment:
Rilke is always a good way to begin the day.
Dark silhouette against that wonderful light --- always the light – how I love the light!
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