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Dec. 6th, 2005 05:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI do wish Rilke wouldn't keep putting forward such convincing arguments for team Angelslash.
*pouts*
Praise the world to the Angel, not the unsayable: you
can’t impress him with glories of feeling: in the universe,
where he feels more deeply, you are a novice. So show
him a simple thing, fashioned in age after age,
that lives close to hand and in sight.
Tell him things. He’ll be more amazed: as you were,
beside the rope-maker in Rome, or the potter beside the Nile.
Show him how happy things can be.
-from the Duino Elegies
Will transformation. O long for the flame,
where a Thing escapes you, splendid in change:
that designing spirit, master of what is earth,
loves only the turning-point in the form’s curve,
What closes itself, to endure, already freezes:
does it feel safe in the refuge of drab grey?
Wait: the hard’s warned, by the hardest – from far away,
a blow – the absent hammer is drawing back!
Who pours out like a spring, knowing knows him:
and leads him delighted through the bright creation,
that often ends with the start, and begins with the end.
-from Sonnets to Orpheus.
*wanders off to read more*
*pouts*
Praise the world to the Angel, not the unsayable: you
can’t impress him with glories of feeling: in the universe,
where he feels more deeply, you are a novice. So show
him a simple thing, fashioned in age after age,
that lives close to hand and in sight.
Tell him things. He’ll be more amazed: as you were,
beside the rope-maker in Rome, or the potter beside the Nile.
Show him how happy things can be.
-from the Duino Elegies
Will transformation. O long for the flame,
where a Thing escapes you, splendid in change:
that designing spirit, master of what is earth,
loves only the turning-point in the form’s curve,
What closes itself, to endure, already freezes:
does it feel safe in the refuge of drab grey?
Wait: the hard’s warned, by the hardest – from far away,
a blow – the absent hammer is drawing back!
Who pours out like a spring, knowing knows him:
and leads him delighted through the bright creation,
that often ends with the start, and begins with the end.
-from Sonnets to Orpheus.
*wanders off to read more*
