Monday, March 19, 2007

One of many reasons why I love Rilke*

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...


*Yeah, okay, so I have a sappy, girly side. Let the mockery ensue.

2 comments:

trouble said...

Excellent imagery. Not sappy at all.

mcunningham said...

LOST SON, a new novel based on the life and work of Rilke, has just appeared. Take a look.

http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781932961348-2

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