dog-eared pages before me
I went to the library today and picked up a bunch of Rilke. I've been nostalgic for his Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. I needed more poetry in my life.
L A M E N T
Everything is far
and long gone by.
I think that the star
glittering above me
has been dead for a million years.
I think there were tears
in the car I heard pass
and something terrible was said.
A clock as stopped striking in the house
across the road...
When did it start?...
I would like to step out of my heart
and go walking beneath the enormous sky.
I would like to pray.
And surely of all the stars that perished
long ago,
one still exists..
I think that I know
which one it is-
which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,
stands like a white city...
Beautiful epitaph he wrote for himself:
Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy
of being No-one's sleep, under so
many lids.
His sister died before he was born so his mother used to dress him up in girl's clothing and ask for him to act like a daughter in order to somehow resurrect her daughter. How I do adore my xx/xy'ed authors.
L A M E N T
Everything is far
and long gone by.
I think that the star
glittering above me
has been dead for a million years.
I think there were tears
in the car I heard pass
and something terrible was said.
A clock as stopped striking in the house
across the road...
When did it start?...
I would like to step out of my heart
and go walking beneath the enormous sky.
I would like to pray.
And surely of all the stars that perished
long ago,
one still exists..
I think that I know
which one it is-
which one, at the end of its beam in the sky,
stands like a white city...
Beautiful epitaph he wrote for himself:
Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy
of being No-one's sleep, under so
many lids.
His sister died before he was born so his mother used to dress him up in girl's clothing and ask for him to act like a daughter in order to somehow resurrect her daughter. How I do adore my xx/xy'ed authors.