Saturday, March 17, 2007

The Exquisite Web

One of the best things about this web is that before going to bed, as I am about to do, I can type the words "rilke poems" into goggle and end on this note:

    The Wait

    It is life in slow motion,
    it's the heart in reverse,
    it's a hope-and-a-half:
    too much and too little at once.

    It's a train that suddenly
    stops with no station around,
    and we can hear the cricket,
    and, leaning out the carriage

    door, we vainly contemplate
    a wind we feel that stirs
    the blooming meadows, the meadows
    made imaginary by this stop.

    Rainer Maria Rilke
    Translated by A. Poulin

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