Saturday, April 17, 2010

Poetry I Love

Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.

And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.

And another man, who remains inside his own house,
Stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,
So that his children have to go far out in the world
Toward that same church, which he forgot.

A Book for the Hours of Prayer 1899-1903
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Robert Bly

This poem tells of my enthusiasm of learning, whether it be a book, travel, conversation, and the desire to meet others like me.

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