Friday, March 24, 2017
"Rilke in Glory"––poem by Dorothy
Rilke in Glory
Ah, Rainer Maria Rilke,
dreamer, poet,
lover of angels
Who spoke those words
into your mouth?
Who held you
as you penned
these lines?
Was it the wind
whistling
through the curtains
speaking in a language
that only you
understood?
Was it the mountain stream
imparting secrets
as it dashed over the rocks
toward
its unfathomed
destination?
What honey
fell into your throat
as you silently
listened?
Who holds you now
in angelic arms
as you sing your way
through still unmapped
regions,
unexplored territories
of the mind?
(Note: This poem was written after reading Rilke's majestic "Buddha in Glory.")
Dorothy Walters
March 22, 2017
