Tag: florals

AFTER RILKE

                      —a cento

1.

not from shyness     this silence of theirs
no ear but is half broken

             and nearly touchable

air without object     a gust within God     a wind
grows now too heavy for you to bear

~

all becomes arbor

                         resurrected
             into all that may be seen

and flings it     free of sorrow     heavenward

~

antenna to antenna we posit
             this sweetness     thick at first
begrudging us

             changing like cloud formations

in course of time they break
though we     like swimmers     tax ourselves
                                                                          at length

2.

you whom I loved like an unnamed flower

                         you breeze     so full of spots

who with the dead

             by one deft touch
do we know     or do we not