Thursday, May 10, 2012

list to the lure of the wanderlust

Sonnets To Orpheus I, 12

by R. M. Rilke

translated by H. Landman

Hail to the spirit, with power that connects;
for we live in figures. And with tiny steps
the hours go by, keeping pace
alongside our actual days.
In the absence of knowing our true location,
we deal instead with interrelation.
The antennae feel the antennae,
and the empty distances carry ...
Pure tension. Oh music of forces at play!
From you, is not, through casual commerce,
every disturbance deflected away?
Even the farmer who works and lives
where seeds transform themselves to summers
never does enough. The Earth just gives.

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