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Noodle

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An Die Musik- Uncollected Poems/ 147
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TO MUSIC
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what?--: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us
which, rising above us, forces its way out,--
holy departure:
when the inner most point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
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I think the sentiment of this one is quite clear. I had posted this once or twice on the bluelights past.
I love sharing thoughts and words on Rilke's works.
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A peer of mine from my art classes introduced me to him more than a few years ago.
She was quite the artist herself. She and I were just so much on the same wavelength. Thanks Maria!
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I do wonder how your work is coming along?
[This message has been edited by Noodle (edited 10 August 2000).]
 
I still love this piece.
This one was translated by Stephen Mitchell.
 
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