~~~~~by Rainer Maria Rilke~~~~~
~~~(whispers by LordParzifal)~~~
His tired gaze -from passing endless bars-
.....(woe this world...).....
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
.....(I cannot be kept behind bars, my soul is free nothing can keep me locked up...inside).....
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
.....(none of them can hold...me...).....
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
.....(oh this tiresome cage...endless strife of my life).....
~~
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
.....(I seek my dominion elsewhere).....
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
.....(within my heart I know you're still...there).....
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
.....(like my jetblack pearl fur I lick clean I also will you...my love).....
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
.....(the stride of passion grows thinking about us in lonely days...alone).....
~~
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
.....(my once passionate alas now slowly dying heart...the lonely thoughts...
of possible life but where...and when).....
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
.....(memories of tomorrow pass my mind...our unspent time of happiness
I think of in the silence...of us).....
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
.....(my body remembers you still...it hasnt been that long but now time too stands still).....
a tension strains in silence
.....(visions of our future before my mind...and eyes gaze...when you think of us too...
a faint breeze upon my being...you on my lips I then feel).....
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.
.....(one wink of my eye...the curtain of another day alone has fallen after when they as we...
for a long time...did part).....
~~
~~~~~by Rainer Maria Rilke 1875-1926
~~~(additional whispers by LordParzifal 1Aug99)
"We are not to know why
this and that masters us,
real life makes no reply.
Only that it enraptures us,
makes us familiar with it."
~~
"Rose, o pure contradiction,
desire to be no one's sleep
beneath so many lids."
-R.M.Rilke
LPWJ 01/08/99
Poetry by LordParzifal
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Written on 2009-09-19 at 11:34
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~~~(whispers by LordParzifal)~~~
The Panther (R.M. Rilke)
~~His tired gaze -from passing endless bars-
.....(woe this world...).....
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
.....(I cannot be kept behind bars, my soul is free nothing can keep me locked up...inside).....
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
.....(none of them can hold...me...).....
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
.....(oh this tiresome cage...endless strife of my life).....
~~
His supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
.....(I seek my dominion elsewhere).....
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
.....(within my heart I know you're still...there).....
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
.....(like my jetblack pearl fur I lick clean I also will you...my love).....
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
.....(the stride of passion grows thinking about us in lonely days...alone).....
~~
But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
.....(my once passionate alas now slowly dying heart...the lonely thoughts...
of possible life but where...and when).....
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
.....(memories of tomorrow pass my mind...our unspent time of happiness
I think of in the silence...of us).....
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
.....(my body remembers you still...it hasnt been that long but now time too stands still).....
a tension strains in silence
.....(visions of our future before my mind...and eyes gaze...when you think of us too...
a faint breeze upon my being...you on my lips I then feel).....
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.
.....(one wink of my eye...the curtain of another day alone has fallen after when they as we...
for a long time...did part).....
~~
~~~~~by Rainer Maria Rilke 1875-1926
~~~(additional whispers by LordParzifal 1Aug99)
"We are not to know why
this and that masters us,
real life makes no reply.
Only that it enraptures us,
makes us familiar with it."
~~
"Rose, o pure contradiction,
desire to be no one's sleep
beneath so many lids."
-R.M.Rilke
LPWJ 01/08/99
Poetry by LordParzifal
Read 1002 times
Written on 2009-09-19 at 11:34
Tags Nature Passion Love
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