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From a Childhood

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2016 by Mj Rains

piano keysThe darkening was like riches in the room
in which the boy sat, almost hidden from sight.
And when his mother entered, as in a dream,
a glass trembled in the quiet cupboard.
She felt how the room  betrayed her,
and she kissed the boy: “Oh, you’re here?…”
Then both looked fearfully at the piano,
because some evenings she’d play the child a song
in which he found himself strangely deeply caught.

He sat very still. His great gaze hung
on her hand, weighed down by its ring,
as if struggling through drifted snow
it went over the white keys.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

From The Essential Rilke

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The end of the smiles…

Posted in Esoteric, The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 25, 2015 by Mj Rains

jon-and-ygritteFor when the hero stormed on through the bowers of love,

each heartbeat meant for him lifted him past itself;

already turned away, he stood at the end of the smiles,

–different.

-Rilke, The Sixth Elegy
Image: Jon Snow and Ygitte, Game of Thrones

The dark hours of my being…

Posted in The Deep with tags , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2014 by Mj Rains

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I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.

– Rainer Maria Rilke
From The Book of Hours

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