Thursday, August 29, 2013

the whole carpet

Sing, my heart, about gardens you've never known,
bright and remote, like gardens set in glass.
Water and roses of Isfahan and Shiraz,
sing their praises, second to none.

Show, my heart, that you will always be there.
That they have you in mind, their ripening figs.
That you blend among the blossoms and twigs
with the intensified, near-visible air.

Never make the mistake of believing
you have to renounce in order to be!
Silk thread: you too went into the weaving.

Whichever image expresses your mind,
even a scene from a life of misery,
feel the whole carpet's radiant design!

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus, trans. Graham Good

1 comment:

  1. Even a scene from a life of misery really stands out, Ruth. WOW! The whole carpet...makes sense to me.


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