R. M. Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
Oh, to whom can we turn for help?
Not angels, not humans;
and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel
little secure and at home in our interpreted world.
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September 22, 2007 at 5:27 am
shalom
I thought you already had an iphone?
John and Kristen came to visit so this weekend. it was great to see him again.
September 22, 2007 at 2:51 pm
Cisco
who? some day soon the iPhone will have my greasy fingers all up on them.
September 25, 2007 at 7:36 pm
shalom
john your cousin.