Rilke on Everything that Matters

I want to blog tonight, but my mind contains a hurricane, both the eye and the bands, and I know if I write it will only invite the eye to pass on and leave me with the gale-force winds.

So instead I let Rilke do my talking for me. He always was better at it than me. Here are two long-held favourites, and two of his shortest. How they echo.

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Again and Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Pathways
Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.

Rainer Maria Rilke