“language where all language ends”

A splendid poem for “Music Monday”:

To Music, by Rainer Maria Rilke

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? –: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,–
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.

Spring Dance, by Franz von Stuck, 1909:

5 thoughts on ““language where all language ends”

  1. Andrew says:

    Great painting you selected. They look like they are having a good time.

  2. Jennifer says:

    Gorgeous poem – enjoyed it while eating my lunch 🙂

  3. he is my favorite poet. so much so that I ended up studying German in college so I could read him in the original. The fiber is slightly different but the effect with language is the same in Dylan Thomas’s works

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