Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
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There wont be any posts over Saturday and Sunday, so I’m leaving you with this beautiful Rilke poem. When it comes to poetry, I feel quite private about my interpretations, which are often much more closely linked to my personal experiences and circumstance compared to when I read a novel. So, on Poetry Friday – and I will gladly accept any suggestions for a catchier moniker than that – I’d simply recommend that you take a couple of minutes to mull these few lines over, and see how they make you feel.
And once you’ve done that, go and pour yourself an exceedingly large glass of wine because it’s the WEEKEND! Have a good one everybody, and I’ll be back next week with more book reviews for your delectation.
Artwork credit: Anselm Kiefer, ‘Falling Stars’