Eilonwe Shirotsume

The Voices: Suicide's Song

Ranier Maria Rilke: Possibility of Being - (The Voices: 9 leaves with a title leaf - this is one of leaves)

Another moment to live through then.
How the rope I fasten, again and again
someone cuts.
I'd got prepared so wonderfully,
and already a little eternity
was in my guts.

They bring me now, as they have done before,
this spoonful of life to sup.
No, I won't, I won't have anymore,
let me bring it up.

Life's an excellent thing I know,
through all the world outspread;
I simply can't digest it though,
it only goes to my head.

It nourishes others, it makes me ill;
one can dislike the thing.
what for a thousand years I'll still
require is dieting.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 2, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, August 2, 2009

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Comments about The Voices: Suicide's Song by Eilonwe Shirotsume

  • Marieta MaglasMarieta Maglas (8/2/2009 6:21:00 AM)

    nice cognitive metaphor:
    ''and already a little eternity
    was in my guts''
    nice symbolical poem, lovely to read...........

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