Sunday, March 25, 2007
Rilke's Poem
of his mother
at the piano
melts down
the page, it's
that gorgeous.
She bends towards
us, languid-
ly becoming light.
Refractions. Some in verse even. Often political.
Rilke's Poem
of his mother
at the piano
melts down
the page, it's
that gorgeous.
She bends towards
us, languid-
ly becoming light.