31 May 2010

making real, among sorrows & songs

sleeping tree
i love the dark hours of my being.
my mind deepens into them.
there i can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

then the knowing comes: i can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.

so i am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.


{i,5 from rilke's 'book of hours'}
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17 comments:

  1. wow. this one got to me. thank you.

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  2. Hi. I randomly came across your blog, after clicking on the "Next blog" button on top. I like the idea of meeting random people anywhere in the world, who present their views.

    So I'll drop a comment also : its a creative and an articulate blog. It seems to celebrate nature's beauty.

    Thank you.

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  3. what is your fav city in ireland, i have never been but have seen many travel vids, tom

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  4. What a great poem to accompany a great photo. Thanks for sharing :)

    Follow me on Twitter @ http://twitter.com/thinkhybrid or check out my blog @ http://hybridnow.blogspot.com/

    P.S. How about a blog update :)

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  5. I clicked 'next blog', too, and so arrived at random. Your featured poem fits so perfectly with my thoughts today I simply had to leave a comment and thank you :)

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  6. glad to hear it, helena. if you've never read rilke before - you totally should. he gets me every time.

    tom, hard to say what my favourite city is. i've been multiple times and love so many parts. i'm slightly partial to the westcoast and loved the dingle peninsula. inishturk is stunning. like i said, i could go on & on.

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  7. Your images and words are s very fine indeed. Thank you so much. This has been a writer's retreat for me. Peace and continued good things for you in writing and in life.

    Sincerely,
    Diane

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  8. I knew it was Rilke! Knew it! Love, love, love.

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  9. I love this poem and how it is so moving but beautiful at the same time.

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  10. I like the "next blog" button it takes me to random and cool sites like yours! This poem was moving, keep up the cool posting

    Sam

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  11. that's powerful. thanks Beth.

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  12. The old yew tree in the picture, are ever present in our churchyards and old graveyards. Here in UK and Eire, nice poem just passing through :)Brian(:

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  13. Im glad to see their is still some people who knows how to write, beautifull.

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  14. These words are beautiful....along with the beautiful photos.

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