November 22, 2011

Pont du Carousel

Pont du Carrousel, Afternoon
by Camille Pissaro

The blind man who stands on the bridge
is a milestone marking the edge of the nameless.
He is the unchanging thing
around which the heavens turn,
the motionless midpoint of the stars.
All else is hurry and display.

He is the upright and unmoving one
set down amidst entangled paths.
In a heedless generation
he is a dark doorway to the underworld.

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1 comment:

  1. May our heedless generation take notice of this Rilke poem. I'm on the edge of the nameless myself right now. i wish for that still midpoint.


"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!