Category Archives: Rilke’s Reality

The poem as prayer

To mix death into everything seen

Posted on January 28, 2012 by Michaela

Is he someone who dwells in this single world? No: both realms are the source of his earthly power. He alone who has known the roots of the willow can bend the willow-branch into a lyre. Overnight leave no bread … Continue reading →

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He has to vanish

Posted on January 25, 2012 by Michaela

Sonnets to Orpheus I/5 Erect no gravestone for him . Only this: let the rose blossom each year for his sake. For it is the god.  His metamorphosis in this and that. We do not need to look for other … Continue reading →

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A god can do it

Posted on January 18, 2012 by Michaela

A god can do it. But will you tell me how a man can enter through the lyre’s strings? Our mind is split. And at the shadowed crossing of heart-roads, there is no temple for Apollo. Song, as you have … Continue reading →

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A god can do it

Posted on December 31, 2011 by Michaela

A god can do it. But will you tell me how a man can penetrate through the lyre’s strings? Our mind is split. And at the shadowed crossing of heart-roads there is no temple for Apollo. Song, as you have … Continue reading →

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Breathing: you invisible poem

Posted on February 22, 2011 by Michaela

Breathing: you invisible poem! Complete interchange of your own essence with world-space. You counterweight in which I rhythmically happen. Single wave-motion whose gradual sea I am; you, most inclusive of all our possible seas- space grown warm. How many regions … Continue reading →

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Erect no gravestone for him

Posted on February 18, 2011 by Michaela

Erect no gavestone for him. Only this: let the rose blossom each year for his sake. For it is the god. His metamorphosis in this and that. We do not need to look for other names. It is Orpheus once … Continue reading →

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O you tender ones, walk now and then

Posted on February 17, 2011 by Michaela

O you tender ones, walk now and then into the breath that blows coldly past. Upon your cheecks let it tremble and part; behind you it will tremble again. Don’t be afraid to suffer, return that heaviness to the earth’s … Continue reading →

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Silent friend of many distances

Posted on February 15, 2011 by Michaela

Silent friend of many distances, feel how your breath enlarges all your space. Let your presence rung out like a bell into the night. What feeds upon your face grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered. Move through transformation, out … Continue reading →

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All who seek you

Posted on February 14, 2011 by Michaela

All who seek you test you. And those who find you bind you to image and gesture. I would rather sense you as the earth senses you. In my ripening ripens what you are. I need from you no tricks … Continue reading →

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How shall I hold my soul…

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Michaela

  Love-Song How shall I hold my soul so it does not touch on yours. How shall I lift it over you to other things? Ah, willingly I’d store it away with some lost thing in the dark, in some … Continue reading →

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