“Ninth Duino Elegy”
“Praise the world to the angel: leave the unsayable aside.
Your exalted feelings do not move him.
In the universe, where he feels feelings, you are a beginner.
Therefore show him what is ordinary,
what has been
shaped from generation to generation,
shaped by hand and eye.
Tell him of things.
He will stand still in astonishment,
the way you stood by the rope maker in Rome
or beside the potter on the Nile.
Show him how happy a thing can be,
how innocent and ours,
how even a lament takes pure form,
serves as a thing, dies as a thing,
while the violin, blessing it, fades.
And the things, even as they pass,
understand that we praise them.
Transient, they are trusting us
to save them –
us, the most transient of all.
As if they wanted in our invisible hearts
to be transformed
into - oh, endlessly - into us.
Earth, isn’t this what you want?
To arise in us, invisible?
Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there’s nothing left outside us to see?
What, if not transformation, is your deepest purpose?
Earth, my love, I want that too.
Believe me, no more of your springtimes are needed
to win me over- even one flower is more than enough.
Before I was named I belonged to you.
I seek no other law but yours, and know I can trust
the death you will bring.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke
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