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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rilke's First Duino Elegy, rewritten for Roxana Dyer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><i>The First Duino Elegy of Rilke<br>Rewritten for Roxana Dyer</i></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who, if I screamed, <br>from the ranks of the angels would hear me then? <br>Even imagine one took me suddenly in his arms: <br>who I am would be lost in his greater Being.<br>So beauty was nothing<br>but the beginning of nightmare, from which we will scarcely awake; <br>we marvel at beauty, because in the end it has never bothered<br>to destroy us. Every angel message first brings us terror.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So with strong restraint I choke back the temptation<br>of agonized sobbing. Oh who then to turn to<br>in need? Not angels, not people, <br>and the animals hearing my pulse knew already<br>that I was not really settled<br>in this world we have named without knowledge.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Perhaps there waits for me a pohutukawa on a hillside, <br>that I can look at over and over; a country road from yesterday; <br>the unreasoning certainty of a childhood habit<br>that pleased me and stayed without interruption<br>in foreign lands.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh and the night, the night, when the wind screams from nowhere, <br>scratching us in the face...<br>For whom does She not wait, the desired and gently deceiving, <br>who stands disturbing before the solitary heart? <br>Is She kinder to the lovers in bed? <br>Oh they embrace, but only to hide all they have lost.<br>Still don't you see? <br>Throw open your arms that the emptiness<br>may pass out again into the spaces that we breathe.<br>Perhaps the air will seem further away to the birds<br>as they fly along paths the genes remember.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh yeah? you mean Spring came only for you; <br>the stars waited till you noticed them; <br>a wave rose in the past for you; a violin, <br>as you walked past a window, rang out for you.<br>That was all because of you? <br>But were you strong enough to bear it? <br>Weren't you always still driven crazy<br>by waiting, as if every moment would bring you news<br>of her loss? (Where will you hide her grey eyes, <br>as the huge new thought strangers go in and out <br>of your mind, and often stay the night?) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You feel longing, so sing more songs of the lovers<br>whose famous emotions are not yet immortal enough.<br>Each of the abandoned heroines you almost envied, <br>for you thought them so much more loving<br>than those whose call was answered.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Begin ever anew to praise the mark beyond reach.<br>Think: the hero lives on, even his end<br>was only for him a new page of his story, <br>his latest reincarnation.<br>But Nature when she's done<br>takes back the beloved, as if<br>there was no more strength to renew her.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Did we sing enough the sad sonnets<br>of Gaspara Stampa, intensifying lost love? <br>Every girl says, “If only I could love like her! ”<br>Shouldn’t her old sufferings have borne more fruit? <br>Is it not time we release lover from loved one, <br>shaken, to move on, as the arrow that feels the string <br>released gathers to fly and is more than it was.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Voices, voices! Listen, my heart, as else only<br>holy men listened, that vast good news lift them <br>from earth; but they kneeled, inhuman, <br>on and on, and paid no attention.<br>That’s how they listened. You cannot bear<br>the burden of God’s voice - far from it.<br>Just listen to the soft lament, <br>the uninterrupted report that rises in silence.<br>It rustles now towards you in the lilt of her song.<br>Wherever you stepped inside to pray, <br>did it not quietly tell you she’s gone? <br>The plaques on the walls, did they not claim<br>your attention? What did they ask? That gently<br>you should untie the knot of injustice, no longer<br>hamper the flowing motion of those departed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I guess it is strange no longer to live on this earth, <br>no longer to need habits just learned, <br>not to grant roses and other meaningful things<br>the interpretation of man’s tomorrow, <br>no longer to be that which one used to<br>in tirelessly anxious hands, even to get rid<br>of one’s own name, like a broken toy.<br>Strange no longer to wish wishes, <br>strange, to see all that moved or was moved<br>flutter free in space. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Being dead is a nuisance, <br>full of errands just to track down <br>some small eternity. <br>Being alive is to make mistakes, <br>distinctions too bold.<br>Angels, they say, often can’t tell which <br>they visit, dead or alive.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rob+Dyer">Rob Dyer</a></strong></div>