Friday, March 13, 2009
I am one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs would please you.
I have given up trying to recognise you in the
surging waves of the next moment.
All the immense images in me- the far-off, deeply felt
landscapes, cities, towers and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path, and those powerful lands that
were once pulsing with the life of the gods
all rise within me to mean,
You, who forever elude me.
-Rilke-
Never forgotten.