SUMMER DAY
"Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone"
~R. M. Rilke
The huge press of shadows
goes free, wind in the heavy
wine, a restless command
of fullfillment. I read, wander
up and down the sweetness of your
house: dry leaves blowing, a long
letter I will never have.
3 comments:
Is this poem yours? May I borrow it? I want to see how it would look on a postcard.
Let me know.
Yes, Didi, you may have permission to use it on a postcard (I *gave* it to you, it's posted here). It's mine, I wrote it illustrating an exercise I use when I'm blocked. It's taking off of a Rilke poem posted at Ironic Points of Light.
Of course, I was thinking of someone when I wrote it.
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Thanks, SB!
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