At once a reminder of how little control we have over the world and an amusing portrayal of our … dare I say ignorance?
“Just give me a little more time!”
To whom do we say these words? What sort of response are we expecting? Do we suppose that, following our plea, the Earth will add ten minutes to the countdown clock?
Or is it just an expression of our unwillingness to accept what is immediate?
Rilke... he, and he alone perhaps, was with me in my darkest hours on this planet.. His words, his depth, helped warm the darkness as I took my own inevitable plunge.
Oh these lines:
before you become forest again,
and water, and widening wilderness
in that hour of inconceivable terror
when you take back your name
from all things.
Just give me a little more time!
At once a reminder of how little control we have over the world and an amusing portrayal of our … dare I say ignorance?
“Just give me a little more time!”
To whom do we say these words? What sort of response are we expecting? Do we suppose that, following our plea, the Earth will add ten minutes to the countdown clock?
Or is it just an expression of our unwillingness to accept what is immediate?
I’m smiling because I do this often, too.
Thank you for the poem on this Friday. 🙏
"in that hour of inconceivable terror
when you take back your name
from all things" --
Rilke dives into the question -- and as he stands there, alone in the privacy of his own suffering, he gifts us with truth.
Rilke... he, and he alone perhaps, was with me in my darkest hours on this planet.. His words, his depth, helped warm the darkness as I took my own inevitable plunge.
I have no idea what’s he’s talking about, but I like it.
Perfect pour of implore then, even more perfect now. You clutch pearls beautifully, outlaw, and we all are the better for it.
This is the sort of poem--in form and spirit--that makes me feel like I can write a poem.
Very nice. The accompanied pic is perfect! Sweet reminder to appreciate nature. Nature brings me so much peace!
Beautiful 😍!
I’m sure I’m wrong but I can’t help but feel like I’m in a graveyard.
"I want to love the things
as no one has thought to love them,
until they’re worthy of you and real."
This gave me goosebumps. Fascinating idea of introducing strong emotion to other things as a form of proxy. Like some new found type of shock therapy.
To me, Rilke's poetry is a good example of integrated thinking and feeling.
However give this one guy in HR of the PNW a few more days than everyone else he’s cool I like him….🤷🏼♂️😃
I like the address here to the ground treating it with personification so to speak.
Your lines are quite poetic and carry the poem well. Good read!
Our Darkening Ground needs our continued love and support. Dave P
This is so wonderful. I feel like I've done this crap before.
Eye spy a tramp stamp. I'm out. Work hard, move forward.