Mein Leben ist nicht diese steile Stunde

My life is not this steep hour
through which you see me being swept.
I am a tree standing before my background,
of my many mouths I am but one -
the one, indeed, that’s always first to close.

I am the space between two notes
which, if wed, ring crossly:
for the death note craves finality -

But in their dark interval the two meet,
embrace again, and tremble.
                                               And the beautiful song goes on.

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours, translated by Edward Snow

  1. leavesinthewinds said: such beautiful poem! do you know “der panther”, it is one of my favorites?
  2. learningfromthehands posted this