Sorry everyone, I’ve been walloped with the flu and haven’t got today’s post up to snuff.
By way of apology and to celebrate World Poetry Day (March 21st), here is a poem by one of my favourite writers, Rainer Maria Rilke.
Night (O You Whose Countenance)
Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved
in deepness, hovers above my face.
You who are the heaviest counterweight
to my astounding contemplation.
Night, that trembles as reflected in my eyes,
but in itself strong;
inexhaustible creation, dominant,
enduring beyond the earth’s endurance;
Night, full of newly created stars that leave
trails of fire streaming from their seams
as they soar in inaudible adventure
through interstellar space:
how, overshadowed by your all-embracing vastness,
I appear minute!—
Yet, being one with the ever more darkening earth,
I dare to be in you.
(translated by Albert Ernest Flemming)
Things should be back to normal Thursday.