In the last two nights I've rediscovered the magic of poetry. At the station I bought a small book with 100 poems spring. The most I am aware of already, but it's like really good music ..... the more you hear it (yes, I always read poems aloud), the more magical they are. There are also several Rilke poems here. My "Rilke" phase I had with my early twenties. It's nice to discover these masterpieces of painting and phonetic verbal symphonic compositions again. One of my favorite poems by him is this:
I'm so scared in front of the word of men
I'm so scared in front of the word of men.
talk everything out so clearly:
And this dog is and that means house
and here is the beginning and the end is there.
me fears and their sense, their game with the taunt,
they know everything that is and was;
no mountain is more wonderful to them;
their garden and property is adjacent grade to God.
I always want to warn and Stay away: defend.
The things I hear singing so much.
your touches on it: they are rigid and silent.
You bring me all the things.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)
I'm so scared in front of the word of men → I am so afraid of the word of man
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