Monday
Feb062012

All Feeling

All feeling, in forms and deeds,

will then become unendingly vast and easy.

I won’t be still until I’ve attained this:

to find images for my transformations.

The rising song is not enough for me.

I must attempt for once, and powerfully,

to utter into full visibility

what rarely happens, even in our surmising.

 

    Rainer Maria Rilke, SW 6, 699;

       from the Worpswede Diary;

       translated by Mark S. Burrows; ©2010