Friday, June 15, 2012

The Lethal Birds of the Soul*

Are you Rilke's
lethal birds of the soul?
Oh, so darkly exquisite,
easier to run from
than confront.

Having stripped away my fancy robes,
my sequined masks, opened
my hidden rooms, what then?
Naked before you,
who am I?

*Rilke, Mirrors, Second Duino Elegy

1 comment:

  1. This is the essential question, isn't it... beautiful poem!


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