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prosicated ([personal profile] prosicated) wrote2003-01-27 01:12 pm

You Who Never Arrived : Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
inages in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path.
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods --
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at.
longing. An open window
in a country house --, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon, --
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird wchoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...