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15 October 2009 2 comments


  • DG Seaton said:

    A great master will often say better than what I can say myself.
    Favourite poet.
    Favourite poem.

    by Rainer Maria Rilke

    Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
    unbearable pain throughout this body’s fabric:
    as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
    the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
    which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishing
    and burn in thee.

    My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
    has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
    Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
    the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
    so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
    while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

    Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
    Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
    O life! O living! O to be outside!
    And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

  • dan (author) said:

    I love it. The intent I had for this site was something along the lines of Laudator Temporis Acti (http://laudatortemporisacti.blogspot.com), where poetry, prose, art, philosophy, language, etc. (along with my ranting and such) got posted. So thank you for the contribution to that end.