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Saturday, February 03, 2007

Rilke's The Last Supper

They are assembled, astonished and disturbed
round him, who like a sage resolved his fate,
and now leaves those to whom he most belonged,
leaving and passing by them like a stranger.
The loneliness of old comes over him
which helped mature him for his deepest acts;
now will he once again walk through the olive grove,
and those who love him still will flee before his sight.

To this last supper he has summoned them,
and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees)
their hands draw back from reaching for the loaves
upon his word: they fly across to him;
they flutter, frightened, round the supper table
searching for an escape. But he is present
everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.


4 Comments:

Blogger cowboyangel said...

Hey Crystal, can you make the font size on this a little bigger? It's hard to read.

Another great poet. You're listing several of my favorites lately.

2:51 PM  
Blogger crystal said...

I'll try with the font size ,,,

4:12 PM  
Blogger cowboyangel said...

Oh, much better. Where's that poem from? I don't know it.

5:21 PM  
Blogger crystal said...

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8:43 PM  

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