Thursday, August 09, 2007


Dear reader, have you ever seen this poem?
It is by Rainer Maria Rilke and has so many levels of truth that I rediscover every time I read it...

Enjoy...(translation by Robert Bly)

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will,
and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.


Fiona Robyn said...

Found you via Google and really enjoyed this, thanks.

Melissa said...

Hi Fiona,
Thanks for the visit...
I'm glad you enjoyed it -