Favored first prodigies, creation's darlings,
mountain ranges, peaks, dawn-red ridges
of all genesis--pollen of a flowering godhead,
links of light, corridors, stairs, thrones.
spaces of being, shields of rapture, torrents
of unchecked feeling and then suddenly, singly,
mirrors: scooping their outstreamed beauty
back into their peerless faces.
For our part, when we feel, we evaporate, ah, we breathe
WORDS: from the Duino Elegies by Ranier Maria Rilke, The II Elegy.
Translated by Edward Snow
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