Subject: Stars
From: citycabn (citycabn@gateway.net)
Date: Fri Apr 28 2000 - 14:29:59 EDT
An untitled poem from 1913 by Rilke:
Unknowing before the heavens of my life
I stand in wonder. O the great stars.
The rising and the going down. How quiet.
As if I didn't exist. *Am* I part? Have I dismissed
the pure influence? Do high and low tide
alternate in my blood according to this order?
I will cast off all wishes, all other links,
accustom my heart to its remotest space. Better
it live in the terror of its stars than
seemingly protected, soothed by something near.
(translation by Edward Snow, from _Uncollected Poems_).
best wishes to Jason!
--Bruce.
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