You who never arrived

July 14, 2008

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me– the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house–, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…

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2 Responses to “You who never arrived”

  1. Abbie Says:

    Hey, do you mind if I lift this and re-post it in my blog some time? I’ll attribute properly, of course. I like, e. ๐Ÿ˜›

  2. nmanuson Says:

    go for it, abbie. it’s one of my favourite favourite poems in the world. rainer maria rilke ๐Ÿ™‚


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