October 6, 2011

Every Turning


Every turning of the world
knows some who are disinherited, to whom
neither the past nor the future belongs.
Even what is about to happen is still remote to them.

We should not be confused by this, but strengthened in our resolve
to preserve the still-recognizable forms.
In the middle of history, amidst all that annihilates
and the not-knowing whither, they stood
as if they had a right to be there,
under the stars of the constant heavens.

From the Seventh Duino Elegy

3 comments:

  1. i would have loved to see a cathedral rise. steven

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  2. Are we all refugees in our own time--or rather, do we recognize the refugees among us (homeless, alienated for whatever host of reasons)? Can we offer them help? Do we dare?

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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!