Sonnets to Orpheus
Second Part, XXIX
Still friend of many distances, feel how
your breath increases space even now.
In the timber-frames of shadowy bell towers
let yourself ring. That which saps your powers
grows ever stronger from this sustenance.
Through transformation, cross the borderline.
What's your most sorrowful experience?
If drinking you is bitter, turn to wine.
Be, in this night of extravagances,
magics at the crossroads of your senses,
the sense they oddly all cohere.
And when the world no longer knows
you, to the still earth say: I flow.
To the rushing water speak: I'm here.
Rainer Maria Rilke