The Drift of Eternity

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  first of ten poems.

There is tugging at my ribbons

a wild, teasing acapella

oh this noise is rich…

rich enough to decorate my hollows

to drop me to my knees

whilst midnight space rushes

like swift tide

expanding the universe

cracking my chest

a kaleidoscopic orchestra of YES

Yet the whisper is gold that God’s music is a floating note

and it is just I, this phosphorescent speck who has been dappled with fluted purple explosion…

I have been crowned with questions

and led to these stone steps

to press my burning ear against a mossy wall….

eternity compressed

listening for angels

braving the storm

Published by The Silver Poet

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39 thoughts on “The Drift of Eternity

  1. Excellent. You just gotta know that me and others are gonna love that purple explosion line. Have you ever seen Terrence Malick’s “The Tree of Life”? Your poem reminds me of that epic bit.

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  2. What lovely worlds you create — in fewer words than a good commercial jingle, you give me such a shiver — a good one!

    I hope you don’t think I’m being a bitch. Plural of knee is knees. Knee’s is “My knee’s bumps are driving me crazy.) Please forgive me for intruding. 😎

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  3. I have to tip my cap to you for responding to the Duino Elegies. They are some of the most striking and ethereal poetry I have ever read.

    And I think that you are really onto their spirit with this fabulous verse:

    “cracking my chest

    a kaleidoscopic orchestra of YES”

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      1. That is how I would describe my experience of his poetry too. I find that I can puzzle over each of his words almost endlessly. When I read Rilke I am almost overwhelmed by the gulf that separates his talent and sensitivity from my own. But that is a good thing. . . So, again, I am impressed by your effort and I am really looking forward to seeing all 12 of your “response” poems. 🙂

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      2. I think it’s his sensitivity or connection to the inexplicable that gives rise to the ‘talent’ because maybe you don’t need personal talent when you are in such a place of desire to touch or to know the seemingly unknowable… maybe

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      3. Maybe his true gift is in his sensitivity and connection . . . and that he could actually describe what he saw and felt.

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