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
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- leavesinthewinds said: such beautiful poem! do you know “der panther”, it is one of my favorites?
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