Thursday, February 01, 2007
from Rilke * :
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,
no longer lived in.
* Ranier Maria Rilke, in Possibility of Being (New Directions, 1957).