Monday, September 10, 2007
You Who Never Arrived
You who never arrivedin 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…
–Rainer Maria Rilke
posted by D at 2:01 PM
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