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1.24.2013

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 8




                     praising may Lament
                 weeping
         over our precipitation,
        be clear             rock


that bears                     altars.--
               still shoulders
the feeling
                       in the spirit.

Jubilance knows
     Lament is learning
            night on night


                                   even so
                                 voice
              unclouded by     breath.

1.05.2013

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 4




tender ones,
         breath            no heed
                  touches      cheeks,
        quiver                    again.


              blessed                whole
        seem    the beginning
Bows         arrows     targets
             your smile


                    the heaviness,
                    weight of the earth;
                  heavy, heavy     oceans.


         trees             as children
           grew                         
            breezes...           spaces...

1.02.2013

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 2





almost   girl
          concordant joy
     her            veils
                 a bed        my ear


    slept in me                      her sleep.
                   marveled at,
         distances             felt
                         befell myself.


    slept the world            
    you                                 crave
      to be awake?
         her death         you     invent
     theme                  consumes
               sinking out                  almost...



Text: Rilke/Norton 1942

1.01.2013

Redacted Sonnets to Orpheus: Part 1




      rose                transcendency
          singing              in the ear
        was silent           in the silence
                          change went on.


             stillness thronged
released wood
                                  and not
from fear                  within themselves,



                               cry and roar
              in their hearts.
hardly a hut
                darkest longing
                            timbers tremble
    built temples          in their hearing




text: Rilke/Norton