Rainer Maria Rilke — TO MUSIC

 a Danse Macabre classique supplémentaire

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: silence of paintings.
You language where all language ends.
You time standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? –: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,–
holy departure: when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air: pure, boundless, no longer habitable.

One comment

  1. A supernova example of why Rilke\’s poetry is so revered, nearly a century after his death, by both the literary and Pop cogniscenti (see Lady Gaga\’s Rilke tattoo). The influence of Auguste Rodin (for whom Rene was secretary for a short time) is evident in the astonishing, opening line. Nobody should be able to write poetry this good (esp. in translation), and he yet he does, seemingly effortlessly, transcending Time and Place. Rilke\’s "Archaic Torso of Apollo", "The Panther," and many others have taken their bows in the spotlight of great poetry. Thank you, Master of Ceremonies, for bringing this little-known beauty onstage for an encore ovation.

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