At The Brink Of Night – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

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My room and this distance,
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I am a string
stretched across deep
surging resonance.

Things are violin bodies
full of murmuring darkness,
where women’s weeping dreams,
where the rancor of whole generations
stirs in its sleep . . .
I should release
my silver vibrations: then
everything below me will live,
and whatever strays into things
will seek the light
that falls without end from my dancing tone
into the old abysses
around which heaven swells
through narrow
imploring
rifts.

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About seasonalight

Ginny Battson, Wales. Writer, Getty Image contributor ~ ecology, enviroethics, intrinsic value of biodiversity, geodiversity, ecoliteracy. Currently studying MA Applied Philosophy.
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2 Responses to At The Brink Of Night – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

  1. Paula Peeters says:

    Oooooooo! Thankyou for adding some lovely resonance to my Tuesday night 😊

  2. seasonalight says:

    Paula, it’s great we share a love for Rilke’s ponderings. Really is. Hope you have a good night.

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