2004-12-12 05:15:36 UTC
lurking ever since. For some odd reason recent house-hunting and
soulmate-searching endeavors compel me at this late (early?) hour to post
the Rilke poem that Warren quoted in the VH1 Inside Out show. This past week
I sent the poem to a co-worker who responded by saying that I was in a bad,
bad place that day. I doubt that she has any appreciation for Warren, or
Rilke for that matter. Her loss, or maybe I misunderstand her. Anyway, here
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.
Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.
-Rainier Maria Rilke