while your music still rang amidst rocks and lions,
trees and birds. There you are singing still.
confident in the hard-
should go down into Hell?
Out of the clean light down?
And then, surrounded
by the closing beasts
and readying his lyre,
should notice, suddenly,
they had no ears? -- Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heaven
Song wants to save us. But look:
Draft for the writing practice, June 17, 2011, after contemplating Rilke’s first sonnet to Orpheus, canto VI, and Rodin’s Orpheus. Thanks to Lorenzo Lapislazuli and the great blog A Year with Rilke for the both.
french phrase-- flowers with laughing mouths...
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011