Wednesday, October 15, 2014

unlocking Rilke

by Roberto Lavidez


you’re
withdrawing
from me
hour
the beating
of your
wings
leaves me
bruised
once and
forever
it’s Orpheus
when there’s
song
he comes
and goes
look
I’m one
of those
whom
everything
has
abandoned
no one
in the city
knows
of me
leprosy’s
my lot
even
the rain
runs softer
over the
stone’s
quietly
darkening
glow
behold
the flowers
those true
to the
earthly
to whom
we lend
fate from
the edge
of fate
yet who
can say?
mirrors:
no one
who’s tried
to solve
you
has yet
unlocked
your true
being
and chair
table
cupboard
chest
hat
coat and
shoes
all shall
stay as
they are;
but these
forms
are none
of mine
ah
the spectre
of transcience
through the
guilelessly
receptive
it passes
like wisps
of smoke
everything
wants to
float
and yet
we move
about
like weights
attaching
ourselves
to everything
in thrall
to gravity
a play of
pure forces
which
no one
touches
without
kneeling
in awe
why must
a man
go about
and take
unknown
things
so much
upon
himself
we drive
and are
driven
but time’s
stride
think of it
lost in
the ever
remaining
the summer
drones
the afternoon
drags on
ah
but the
city of
pain
how strange
its streets:
look
I am
living
on what?
neither
childhood
nor future
grows less…
overabundant
existence
wells up
in my
heart
we with
words
and pointing
fingers
gradually
make the
world
our own
we keep
remembering
it’s as
though
everything
would have
a second life
and we
spectators
always
everywhere
looking at
never out of
everything!
you must
suffer long
not knowing
what
until
suddenly
out of
bitterly
chewed
fruit
your
suffering’s
taste
comes forth
in you
to have
come
through it:
to have
joyfully
survived
even the
happiness
quietly
completely

©robertolavidez2014












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