Early Rilke Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Early Rilke
music, foundation of empires I dreamed then
in the rattling days suddenly a clear space rose,
and everything fades except a single terrace
of night, this fabric of stars; .lost,
coming into view
where are you he hears his angels call
the violins in the yard
spilling out of windows wending through
the early lillacs' scent.
he answers nothing
while the universe forms words slowly
in a drift of mint.
I am lined with stars he cries
what am I to do with them now
mary angela douglas 28 march 2018
Universe forms the words. Life is lined with stars. Beauty is there in music. This poem is very interestingly penned. A brilliant sharing is done here...10
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Well done. U have heard Rilke's obedience, at times merciless, almost always ecstatic, ever relentless,2 B so inherently hearer & his angels have perhaps led you to your own. Reading this several times now I hear them in you too. Voices, voices. Hear, O my heart, as only saints have heard..yet they went impossibly on with their kneeling, in undistracted attention: so inherently hearers...But hark to the suspiration, the uninterrupted news that grows out of silence - Duino Elegy 1