Jules-Alexandre Grün (1868 - 1934)
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
stillness of pictures. You speech, where speeches
end. You time,
vertically poised on the courses of vanishing hearts.
Feelings for what? Oh, you transformation
of feelings into . . . . audible landscape1
You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us,
heart-space. innermost ours,
that, passing our limits, outsurges, -
holiest parting:
where what is within surrounds us
as practised horizon, as other
side of the air,
pure,
gigantic,
no longer lived in.
Rainer Maria Rilke
1875-1926
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
stillness of pictures. You speech, where speeches
end. You time,
vertically poised on the courses of vanishing hearts.
Feelings for what? Oh, you transformation
of feelings into . . . . audible landscape1
You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us,
heart-space. innermost ours,
that, passing our limits, outsurges, -
holiest parting:
where what is within surrounds us
as practised horizon, as other
side of the air,
pure,
gigantic,
no longer lived in.
Rainer Maria Rilke
1875-1926
(The property of Frau Hanna Wolff)
From the uncollected poems of 1906 to1926
