I am a lock. Your name is a silver key that I carry folded in my breath (exactly as a child-- devoted and shy and already hearing the first music that will open him-- carries a coin to church in a bright silk handkerchief).
Susan: I think lots of us above a certain age have that memory:-) And that feeling of carrying something precious, something sacred, carries over into the poem, I hope....
Oh, dear James, how wonderful, this is a very heartfelt text, with each reading more and more beautiful, and his mood has much of any horizon, directly into the hearts of those who can hear and feel. Thanks for that! ...and the picture is simply breathtaking ...
Lady Jo: Tu as raison, je pense, la photo est un peu triste ... le photographe aussi, ce jour-là ... mais quel fait a causé l’autre, je ne sais pas. Bises a toi
Only where there is language is there world. --Martin Heidegger
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The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
... that a whole world of lament arose, in which
all nature reappeared: forest and valley,
road and village, field and stream and animal;
and that around this lament-world, even as
around the other earth, a sun revolved
and a silent, star-filled heaven, a lament-
heaven, with its own, disfigured stars ...
Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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That's an original and poetic point of view.
Anne
'folded in my breath' - I love this and the image of the coin in the handkerchief. A beautiful little poem, I just want read it and read it...
James beautiful one, and I can relate. Thanks for sharing. Anna :)
Superba poezia.
Anne: Thank you. Sometimes it seems there is nothing original to say ... but then something, or someone, changes everything....
Sorlil: Thank you, that means a lot to me. Just keep reading :-)
Anna: I'm glad you could relate to this :-)
dyanna: Mulțsumesc pentru vizita. Ma bucur că am găsit blogul tau și imaginile tale frumoase….
I remember that special feeling of carrying my offering in a hanky to church ... giving something precious
Wow - that is beautiful!
wonderful lines, the images are full of poetry and thought yet immediate and even realistic at the same time.
A man who quotes Rilke and loves languages, I just have to follow you. Perhaps we could exchange a German poet or two.
Susan: I think lots of us above a certain age have that memory:-) And that feeling of carrying something precious, something sacred, carries over into the poem, I hope....
LadyFi: Thank you! This "wow" and exclamation point means a lot to me :-)
Friko: I appreciate the way you read this poem.... Sure, we can exchange German poets ... Who do you have in mind?
Oh, dear James, how wonderful, this is a very heartfelt text, with each reading more and more beautiful, and his mood has much of any horizon, directly into the hearts of those who can hear and feel. Thanks for that! ...and the picture is simply breathtaking ...
Ich umarme Dich herzlichst
Isabella
Beautiful words.
I like the foggy picture too.
Bye
Isabella: Thank you for these kind words. I'm glad that you can hear :-)
Andrea: Thank you for coming by.
and the bird is free in his soaring ...
Bonjour James,
très beau poème , image plutôt triste mais je l'aime bien....
bises
Susan: Freedom and flight, yes...
Lady Jo: Tu as raison, je pense, la photo est un peu triste ... le photographe aussi, ce jour-là ... mais quel fait a causé l’autre, je ne sais pas. Bises a toi
Atmospheric stuff that got me in it´s locked hold right from the very first line.
Chrome: Thank you for reading!
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