November 24, 2011

When Time Stops

In the Forest of Fontainebleu

In the fading forest a bird call sounds.
How out of place in a fading forest.
And yet the bird call roundly rests
in this moment that it made,
as wide as the sky above the fading forest.

All things sound together in that cry:
the whole land seems to lie within it,
the great wind seems to rest within it,
and the moment, which wants to persist,
stops, still, as if knowing things
arising from that cry
that you would have to die to know.

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  1. stunning! i am breathless. steven

  2. i agree with steven, however, i am surprised the forest is fading. i wonder on translation. i can not imagine a forest ever fading for rilke. or, for that matter, for myself.



"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!