I Like:
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I Love the Dark Hours
by Rainer Maria Rilke
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I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
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Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.
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So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:
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a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 1:20 AM
3 Comments:
Nice poem. Reminds me of a piece from Rilke's Letters To A Young Poet (the young poet was 19, Rilke was 27 - not exactly old, but older than 19):
"Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.
This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must", then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.
Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose..."
BTW - The entire work, Letters To A Young Poet is online for free at
http://www.carrothers.com/rilke_main.htm
neil, this is beautiful- thank you for posting it.
you're welcome ms. garden. funny - i have a new lavender (chamomile on top, lavender on bottom - bought it at an accidental street-fait stop today)candle burning as i sit and write this. I really like this poem too.
thankyou anonymous for the supplement. it really fits and is helpful.
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