April is National Poetry Month
This is a poem from one of my favorite poets Rainer Maria Rilke.
I will be adding some more of my art work and updating my blog today.
I hope that you enjoy this poem. Please share some of your favorites with me.
Falling Stars
Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes--do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
Rainer Maria Rilke
April 26, 2009
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Falling Stars is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI just found a blog of my favorite jewelry designer. She talks about Poetry month. She puts poetry on her jewelry. Very lovely.
http://blog.jeaninepayer.com/
I love his poetry... Jeanine has some beautiful work. Your mini mosaic jewelry is beautiful! So very cool!
ReplyDeleteI've just found your blog and your artwork is beautiful! So rich! I have a poem book of Rilke's but have never read it. I guess I should!
ReplyDeleteThank you peaceliving :) I like your photography!
ReplyDeleteIf You Forget Me
ReplyDeleteI want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
Beautiful Poem Holly!
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