December 29, 2011

The Poet's Epitaph

Rose photo, by Ruth

Rose, oh pure paradox, desire
to be no one's sleep beneath
the many eyelids of your petals.

Uncollected Poems
(Lines composed on October 27, 1925,
with instructions to be carved on his gravestone)

2 comments:

  1. To be always open to seeing the possibilities and the beauty they hold....

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  2. Fakhruddin Adamji (Hass)Fri Feb 17, 05:50:00 PM GMT+1

    Isnt he saying that we tend not to present our real selves to the world; that we are usually contradictory and may even live lives in contradiction to who we really are until we find our natural rythm (God, if you will) that is usually hidden within us and that requires a lot of work to find; and once discovered we live authentically; in Heaven, if you will.

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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!