Thursday, April 7, 2011

imaginary career





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At first a childhood, limitless and free
of any goals.  Ah sweet unconsciousness.
Then sudden terror, schoolrooms, slavery,
the plunge into temptation and deep loss.
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Defiance.  The child bent becomes the bender,
inflicts on others what he once went through.
Loved, feared, rescuer, wrestler, victor,
he takes his vengeance, blow by blow.
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And now in vast, cold, empty space, alone.
Yet hidden deep within the grown-up heart,
a longing for the first world, the ancient one...
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Then, from His place of ambush, God leapt out.

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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from the Uncollected Poems


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