Sonnets to Orpheus II.29
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath is enlarging space.
Among the rafters of dark belfries
let yourself ring. What preys on you will
strengthen from such nourishment.
Come and go with metamorphosis.
What's your most painful experience?
If the drinking is bitter, turn to wine.
In this huge night, become
the magic at the crossways of your senses.
Be what their strange encounter means.
And if the earthly forgets you,
say to the quiet earth: I flow.
Speak to the rushing water— say: I am.
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