Der Einfall, Remaining Light In Duino
[Beginning with two lines from Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke]
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'You that fall with the
thud only fruits know, unripe, '
here wait to be shaken.
Here we carry, or ought to, driven so much past
bitter root,
sugar,
not for selves but for the gods to sweeten their too
objective palates
(at least they have tongues/mouths,
we know they have teeth)
to open them into our subjectivity which, secret told, is
what they crave, our realist sufferings, such are sweet
to them, makes them, too, more solid -
what they seek - solidity beyond our capacities to reify
but for Imagination which conducts/births them into material
being.
Our extreme suffering compensates for, gravitates their
too refined coldness toward heat.
They, like scattered flour, having no leaven,
dream/desire us-the-leaven; they seek/swell
into what we have, what we bring, we, the most baked,
to be torn into, eaten, too, for yearning gods' sake.
They come/fall compelled to colors, palettes, ours, upon
worn pallets, these acrobats, as yet enfleshed lovers in
not yet felt world and literal sense, they
do balance, risk, stumble, break, stutter/cry utter such
further dimension into
desire's bodies' breath, ashes,
importantly, always just arriving
forgetting the arguing seed's
previous vertical discontentment.
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poem by Warren Falcon
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