Thursday, December 8, 2011


No longer for ears...: sound
which, like a deeper ear,
hears us, who only seem 
to be hearing.  Reversal of spaces.
Projection of innermost worlds
into the Open... temple
before their birth, solution saturated with gods
that are almost insoluble...: Going!

Sum of all silence, which
acknowledges itself to itself,
thunderous turning-within
of what is struck dumb in itself,
duration pressed from time passing,
star re-liquefied...: Going!

You whom one never forgets,
who gave birth to herself in loss,
festival no longer grasped, wine on invisible lips,
storm in the pillar that upholds,
wanderer's plunge on the path,
our treason, to everything...: Going!

~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Unpublished Poems
translation by Stephen Mitchell
art by Picasso