6.19.2009

you who never arrived

it's been a busy, busy week. i've tried on more than one occasion to finish the one book i've been reading for the last three nights, and have been unable to do so, either because of sleep, or some other ridiculous reason. it's friday night, and i am craving the comfort of an old friend.

who better to turn to than my good friend, ranier?

you who never arrived
by ranier maria 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, seperate, in the evening...


*sigh*


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