For AG
The way that bright planet, the moon, exalted, full of purpose
all at once surmounts the peaks, filling in serenely
the outlined night: look: just so my voice
rises purely out of the mountains of nevermore.
And the places - awestruck- that you occupied and left
ache more clearly for you.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Edward Snow
posted by Arturo Vasquez @ 12:02 PM
1 Comments:
With the photo I thought you were going to do
La Luna
by Garcia Lorca
Post a Comment
<< Home