Rilke –
Sonet to Orpheus XXIX
Still
friend of many distances, feel how
your breath
increases space even now.
In the
timber-frames of shadowy bell towers
let
yourself ring. That which saps your powers
grows ever
stronger from this sustenance.
Through
transformation, cross the borderline.
What's your
most sorrowful experience?
If drinking
you is bitter, turn to wine.
Be, in this
night of extravagances,
magics at
the crossroads of your senses,
the sense
they oddly all cohere.
And when
the world no longer knows
you, to the
still earth say: I flow.
To the
rushing water speak: I'm here.
