Anne Notations

Friday, April 25, 2008

'Tall, alone'

In a timely footnote to the story of the dying tree (see "Old Sap," below) one of my friend's neighbors slipped two poems into her newspaper early this morning in celebration of "April, National Poetry Month." I love the idea of a poetry aficionado salting the neighborhood, like a literary Easter bunny leaving sweets. We both love this particular poem:

Rainer Maria Rilke

Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight,
Out of the room that lets you feel secure.
Infinity is open to your sight.
Whoever you are.
With eyes that have forgotten how to see
From viewing things already too well-known,
Lift up into the dark a huge, black tree
And put it in the heavens: tall, alone.
And you have made the world and all you see.
It ripens like the words still in your mouth.
And when at last you comprehend its truth,
Then close your eyes and gently set it free.


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