Brush and Pen dip into rippling moments of perception and fancy
O speak, poet, what do you do? - I praise.But the monstrosities, and the murderous days,how do you endure them, how do you take them? - I praise.But the anonymous, the nameless grays,how, poet, do you still invoke them? - I praise.What right have you, in all displays,in very mask, to be genuine? - I praise.And that stillness and the turbulent spraysknow you like star and storm? : - since I praise. - Rainer Maria Rilke, December, 1921
O speak, poet, what do you do?
ReplyDelete- I praise.
But the monstrosities, and the murderous days,
how do you endure them, how do you take them?
- I praise.
But the anonymous, the nameless grays,
how, poet, do you still invoke them?
- I praise.
What right have you, in all displays,
in very mask, to be genuine?
- I praise.
And that stillness and the turbulent sprays
know you like star and storm?
: - since I praise.
- Rainer Maria Rilke,
December, 1921