Thursday, March 31, 2011
Rilke Poem, Music and Painting
My life is not this steep hour,
Where you see me hurry.
I am a tree in front of my background.
I am just one of my many mouths,
and the one that closes most early.
I am the silence between two tones,
which do not ease into each other lightly:
as the sound "death" likes to rise.
But in the dark interval they reconcile,
And the song stays beautiful.
~Rilke translated by Detlef Cordes