untitled no. 9-1

“We made but rough sketches of our gods at first,
They who were continually overthrown by sullen Fate.
But still, they were the Immortal Ones. And look, we may yet
Come to hear of He who will finally hear us.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“Oh arrive and leave. You were still half a child,
Completing a dancing pose for but a moment,
The pure form of a star constellation, which is
One of the ways in which we overcome the mindless random order

Of Nature, also just for a moment. For it was only when Orpheus sang
That Nature awoke and heard, was quickened in alertness.
Though far away in time, this stirred you. And you were somewhat
Surprised that a tree considered so slowly and hesitated

To join with you in hearing it.
You sensed the very place where the lyre
Raised itself aloft -; the mid-point which has never been heard.

For you ventured your beautiful steps
And you hoped, one day in holy celebration
To alter the course and countenance of your friend.
(Her friend is himself.)”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“Fate measures us perhaps with the breadth of being,
Which is strange to us;
Just think how much distance there is between a girl and a man
When she is avoiding him or thinking of him.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“no one turning over our letters has
yet understood how complete and
how deeply faithless we are, which is
to say: how true we are to ourselves”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, Selected Poems of Marina Tsvetayeva