Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Week 1-D-4- Rainer Maria Rilke-Poetry

I love the dark hours of my being
in which my senses drop into the deep.
I have found in them, as in old letters,
my private life, that is already lived through,
and become wide and powerful now, like legends.
Then I know that there is room in me
for a second huge and timeless life.

But sometimes I am like the tree that stands
over a grave, a leafy tree, fully grown,
who has lived out that particular dream, that the dead boy 
(around whom its warm roots are pressing)
lost through his sad moods and his poems.

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