| Somewhere during winter time I heard
the roar of planes, ruly mammoths of sky
with sleepless snores snugged by snowflakes.
Right beneath, I could make shapely gestures
of birds enveloped in squares and feel warm
who cared for the barren glares of the sun?
Lone eye and your inexhaustible flame come
closer where extinction dwell near, little trouble,
the tongue of your wick is dry, shovel a grave.
May the outside world harbor these words
Away from the eye - "let I, be unheard," you spoken
in reduced yet faultless form as I shuffle and gaze
for the unduly grasp of hair beneath all the sighs. |
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| As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.
Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
contradictions...For the god
wants to know himself in you.
Rainer Maria Rilke |
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True
