Oil sketch | CB 2013
Variation on a Theme by Rilke
(The Book of Hours, Book 1, Poem 1, Stanza 1)
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me - a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew; I can.
Denise Levertov
I love the music and measure of this fine woman's fine writing. She's a pleasure to listen to, too. . .
This week's editor on the Tuesday Poem hub is the inimitable and fiercely eloquent Zireaux (his the title of this blog is Immortal Muse) with Pigs by Australian poet Les Murray.
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