Rilke - Sonnets To Orpheus 7 Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

Mirror - never yet has one who truly knows
reached into the heart of your mystery -
that interstellar space where certainty evaporates
and we find only what reflects our preconceptions:

You - who squander the silences of the empty hall
when twilight steals into you from the naked woods,
until some dazed admirer lights the glittering lustre
of a chandelier in your impenetrable depths.

Sometimes you're choked with beauty like a painting,
occasionally it seems you truly are one,
elsetimes you let reflexions slip right throu you.

Yet ever within your haunting depths remains a sleeping
beauty, pure until your dream-Narcissus comes
to plant an awakening kiss upon your virgin cheek.


A free version of Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus Bk2.3
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