How can I keep my soul in me,
so that it doesn't touch your soul?
How can I raise it high enough,
past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it among remote lost objects,
in some dark and silent place that doesn't resonate
when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two seperate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
2.The Sonnets to Orpheus: XXV
But you now, dear girl, whom I loved like a flower whose name I didn't know, you who so early were taken away: I will once more call up your image and show it to them,beautiful companion of the unsubduable cry. Dancer whose body filled with your hesitant fate,pausing, as though your young flesh had been cast in bronze;grieving and listening--. Then, from the high dominions, unearthly music fell into your altered heart. Already possessed by shadows, with illness near, your blood flowed darkly; yet, though for a moment suspicious,it burst out into the natural pulses of spring. Again and again interrupted by downfall and darkness, earthly, it gleamed. Till, after a terrible pounding, it entered the inconsolably open door.
(Rainer Maria Rilke was born in Prague. While still a small boy his mother, Sophie Entz, called him Sophia and forced him to wear girl's clothes. BUt over and above this small misfortune - at least for me - he went on the write poems which are very beautiful. For you who is interested to know more about him I invite you to click on this link http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Rainer_Maria_Rilke)
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