Sunday, March 18, 2007

What Should I Reply?



SOMETIMES
—Hermann Hesse

Sometimes, when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far-off farm,
I hold still and listen a long time.

My soul turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.

My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal, and a cloud bank.
Then, changed and odd, it comes home
And asks me questions. What should I reply?

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I LIVE MY LIFE
—Rainer Maria Rilke

I live my life in growing orbits,
which move out over the things of the world.
Perhaps I can never achieve the last,
but that will be my attempt.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years.
And I still don't know if I am a falcon,
Or a storm, or a great song.

(Today's poetry was translated by Robert Bly.)

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—Medusa

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