Progress
Progress
And once again the depths of my life rush onward,
as if they were moving in wider channels now.
Things are becoming more close to me
and all images more thoroughly looked upon.
I feel more comfortable with that which is nameless,:
With my senses, as with birds, I reach up
into the windy heavens out of the oak,
and in those pools broken off from the day,
my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends.
Rainer Maria Rilke from The Book of Images tr. Crego
http://picture-poems.com/rilke/images.html#Entrance
Piano Concert by Robert Schumann
Stunning picture. Enchanting verse. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Boonie
Oh. . . I'm covetous of the words "my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends."
ReplyDeleteperfect start to my day...
ReplyDeletethank you noelle.
xoxoxoxxo,
rebecca
Thank you everyone. I have a love affair with Rilke. One must simply drink him in. He is a prophetic poet, in my humble opinion.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to your day,
Noelle