“We think not in words but in shadows of words.”
We say release, and radiance, and roses,
and echo upon everything that’s known;
and yet, behind the world our names enclose is
the nameless: our true archetype and home.
We grow up; but the world remains a child.
Star and flower, in silence, watch us go.
And sometimes we appear to be the final
exam they must succeed on. And they do.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
, was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist. Rilke is “widely recognized as one of the most lyrically intense German-language poets,” (1875-1926), Selected Poems, translation by Stephen Mitchell
“Wrong solitude vinegars the soul,
right solitude oils it.
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.”
“Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.”
how your heart pounds inside me.”
— Wislawa Szymborska
, Polish poet, essayist, translator and laureate of the Nobel Prize in Literature (1923-2012), Could Have,
in View With a Grain of Sand
, trans. Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh, New York: Harcourt, Brace, 1996.
“It must be dreams that make us different, must be private cells inside a common skull.”
“…It is the lovers pulling down empty structures.
They wait and touch and watch their dreams
eat the morning.”
— Amiri Baraka
, American writer of poetry, drama, fiction, essays, and music criticism, Like Rousseau
, Poetry, December 1964.