Posts Tagged ‘Rilke’

Not for Reading

July 3, 2009

I.

Our language can be seen as an ancient

City—pace Wittgenstein—who

Surely meant a baptized city, for

The names come only with the blessing…

II.

And even though he boards in Muzot, finds

A seat with a window so he can watch

The rain, a pad and pen and swollen eyes—

His naming is no longer for the living,

He knows that. Squatting, old, narrow-gauge trains:

He studies his reflection in the dark tunnels

In the glass: There is swelling, that

Awful puffiness, rust in the throat…

Mimetic passion, not rocket science.

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