Nov 222005

The brook has gentle melodies,
and far is dust and city;
the tree-tops are swaying to and fro
and making me so weary.
The wood is wild, the world is wide,
my heart is clear and big;
pale solitude is holding my head upon her lap.

– Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by M.D. Herter Norton

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… Cocteau Twins – Rilkean Heart

Going Blind

She sat much like the others at tea.
At first it was as if she held her cup.
a little differently from the rest.
She gave a smile. It almost hurt.

And when the time came to rise and talk
and slowly, in no special order,
pass through many rooms (talking and laughing),
then I saw her. She came behind the others,

seeming subdued, like someone who soon
will have to sing before many people;
on her pale eyes full of joy,
light fell from outside, as on a pond.

She followed slowly, taking a long time,
at though something hadn’t yet been surmounted;
and yet: as if, as soon as she was past it,
she would no longer walk, but fly.

– Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Galway Kinnell & Hannah Liebmann



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