Savannah

“You don't know much,' said the Duchess; 'and that's a fact.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“The trees which you planted as a child
Have long since grown too heavy; you do not deceive them.
But the winds ... but the spaces ...
Raise no monument. For it is the roses
Which salute Him year by year with their petals.
This, you see, is Orpheus”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“It is all about praising.
Created to praise, his heart
is a winepress destined to break,
that makes for us an eternal wine.

His voice never chokes with dust
when words for the sacred come through.
All becomes vineyard. All becomes grape,
ripening in the southland of his being.

Nothing, not even the rot
in royal tombs, or the shadow cast by a god,
gives the lie to his praising.

He is ever the messenger,
venturing far through the doors of the dead,
bearing a bowl of fresh-picked fruit.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“Only he whose bright lyre
has sounded in shadows
may, looking onward, restore
his infinite praise.

Only he who has eaten
poppies with the dead
will not lose ever again
the gentlest chord.

Though the image upon the pool
often grows dim:
Know and be still.

Inside the Double World
all voices become
eternally mild.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus