Tuesday, February 26, 2013

The Book of Hours

I only intended this blog site to be a place for me to keep poems that I love and to use it as a reference place for poems I'm quoting in other blogs, however, so much for plans.  It's seems that Jo, and Emma, and Oscar, and I, aren't the lovers of poems, so I'm going to post more of them and make sure I do all I can to get the word out.

So, enough talk, and on to the verse.

Working with Rilke's poem, last week, led me to purchase a copy of Book of Hours

There are more translations of Rilke's poems available than I care to count.  Here's the reason why I chose this one and included in the reason is today's poem.

(from Joanna's introduction to the volume)
The first poem I recall reading was as exhilarating to me as the fresh cold alpine wind off the slopes I loved to ski:

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not ever complete the last one,
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, that primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years,
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

Rainer Maria Rilke



  1. I am sure everyone will be praising John Wright for his contribution to Indian cricket team which is no doubt well deserved.