Thursday, February 01, 2007
from Rilke * :
TO MUSIC
The Property of Hanna Wolff
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: stillness of pictures. You speech, where speeches end. You time, vertically posed on the courses of vanishing hearts.
Feelings for what? Oh, you transformation of feeling into . . . audible landscape! You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us, heart-space. Innermost us, transcendently surging away from us--holiest parting, where what is within surrounds us as practised horizon, as other side of the air, pure, gigantic, no longer lived in.
(110)
* Ranier Maria Rilke, in Possibility of Being (New Directions, 1957).
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