Rilke - Sonnets To Orpheus 10 Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

The cry of a curlew echoes in the mind.
Any sound once uttered lasts for ever -
even children playing in the open
air are heard for all eternity.

Randomly sounds enter that half lit gap
between reality and dream: the curlew's
song is audible in interstellar space
down the tubes and worm-holes of time.

Alas, where are we in all of this?
Ever freer, soaring like runaway kites
in the clear sky, our fluttering edges

a half-heard laughter. Create meaning in this
you singing god - that our heads awaken
to the current connecting the heart and the lyre.


A free version of Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus Bk2.26
Wie ergreift uns der Vogelschrei

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