“The Seer”
“I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say things I can't bear without a friend, I can't love without a sister.
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on across the woods and across time, and the world looks as if it had no age: the landscape, like a line in the psalm book, is seriousness and weight and eternity. 👇
“For Hans Carossa”
“Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting still has a shape in the kindgdom of transformation. When something‘s let go of, it circles; and though we are rarely the center of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous curve.”
#PoetryMatters | 11: #Circle
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“Music”
“What play you, O Boy? Through the garden it stole Like wandering steps, like a whisper - then mute;
What play you, O Boy? Lo! your gypsying soul Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.”
#PoetryMatters | 9: #Hooked
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“The Swan”
“This laboring of ours with all that remains undone, as if still bound to it, is like the lumbering gait of the swan.” 👇
#PoetryMatters | 7: #Wave
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From “Impermanence”
“Driftsand of the hours. Quietly disappearing, continuously, even the happily consecrated design. Life blows away, always: pillars already rise without connection, carrying nothing but empty air.”
📙: http://picture-poems.com/photoweek/veratrum_6-5-11.html
#PoetryMatters | 5: #Sand
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From “Spring”
“Spring has come back again. The Earth is like a child that‘s got poems by heart; so many poems, so many verses, patient toil winning her prizes at last.”
📙: https://favoritepoems.diehoren.com/2016/04/spring-has-come-back-again.html?m=1
#PoetryMatters | 4: #Earth
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“Fall”
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We're all falling. This hand here is falling. And look at the other one. It's in them all. And yet there‘s Someone, whose hands infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
#PoetryMatters | 3: #Calm
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From “Pushing Through”
“It‘s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone.”
📙: http://www.slowmuse.com/2007/05/01/rilke-pushing-through/
#PoetryMatters | 2: #Stone
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From “The Apple Orchard”
“Thus must it be, when willingly you strive throughout a long and uncomplaining life, committed to one goal: to give yourself! And silently to grow and to bear fruit.”
📙: https://m.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apple-orchard/
#PoetryMatters | 19: #Seed
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I'm a day late, but this is a #favorite of mine by Rainer Maria Rilke. So much force in this one.
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We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | 
