Silent friend of many distances,feel how your breath is still expanding space. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “29″ of The Sonnets to Orpheus: Second Series, Duino Elegies and the Sonnets to Orpheus, trans. A. Poulin, Jr. (Houghton Mifflin, 1977) Advertisements
We must not portray you in king’s robes,you drifting mist that brought forth the morning. Once again from the old paintboxeswe take the same gold for scepter and crownthat has disguised you through the ages. Piously we produce our images of youtill they stand around you like a thousand walls.And when our hearts would simply… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky? — Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters. (Hackett Publishing Company, Inc.; 2nd edition, December 15, 1996) Originally… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
I live my life in widening circles that drift out over the things. I may not achieve the very last, but it will be my aim. I circle around God, around the age-old tower; I’ve been circling for millennia and still I don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a sovereign song? —… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed. ― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story. (Dutton Books for Young Readers; Revised ed. Edition, March 1, 1997) Originally published 1979.
Looking up from the book, from the near and countable lines out into the culminant night: O how, like stars, the feelings crushed tight spread out, like when you untie a country bouquet: Youth of the light ones and inclined sway of the heavy ones, tender one’s hesitant prow—. Everywhere wanting connection and nowhere desire;… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke