Did you really know it
or was it a poetic guess?
For me it has never been so clear.
And when it became as apparent as the truth should be,
But before then,
Do you have any idea how apparent the truth should be?
Have you ever felt
when it falls on you like rain on an autumn night?
You must have had it right there!
It hit me in the eyes;
my eyes burned.
And I had always assumed it would hurt the heart the most,
One should never assume about the truth; for it is not assumable.
And I was wrong about the heart,
It is the eyes that the truth hunts!
Letters to Rilke is a new sequence I am working on these days. Each piece have a parallel component from Rilke's Elegies.
Rainer Maria Rilke,
Fragments of the First Elegy:
" But sing, when you must,
of great lovers:
has a long way to go
before it is really immortal.
Think of it:
the hero survives.
Even his ruin
is only another excuse to continue
a final birth.
But nature, exhausted
back into herself
as if she couldn't accomplish
that kind of vitality twice."