Poetry isn’t the story of everything
It’s whistling in the dark and
waiting for an answer
Poet Writer Albany NY
Poetry isn’t the story of everything
It’s whistling in the dark and
waiting for an answer
Rainer Maria Rilke was a giant of twentieth-century writing who is quickly becoming a visionary voice for our own time, captivating readers not only with his brilliance but also the way he boldly addresses the “deepest things.” Speaking through his own contradictions and ambivalences, he gives readers a profound understanding of the complex beauty of the human existence.
In her new book, In The Company of Rilke (Tarcher/Penguin, on sale Nov 10), bestselling author and spiritual leader, Stephanie Dowrick, invites the reader into the transcendent and piercingly beautiful world of the much-loved poet, and reveals how we can connect with our inner life through his poetry.
(Don’t Tread On Me)
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past? No. Leave it. Burn it.”
~ John Steinbeck . The Grapes Of Wrath
Follow The Words …
They say in Deadwood
Hickok’s final hand included the aces &
eights of both black suits,
A Deadman’s Hand, a 5 card draw
And that death came with it,
But in life it all depends
Upon the cards
That you are dealt.
For I’ve seen the world thru
A narrow glass,
An empty glass
And a terrible glance
That revealed all the best &
The worst…
The worst oh love
The worst kind of chance
In life.
For you can dance with the devil
In the pale moonlight,
You can save & save and work
all your life. And hope… And pray or
Spend. But either way the man
Will come a knocking soon
No matter what… in the end.
For your life can be a million things but
It all depends on you.
For luck is only half the game,
And the rest is up to you.
Because the truth?
Is that you are not
Completely, supremely, or eternally fucked or
Somehow destined to self destruct
But everyone you love will fall in the end
No matter what you do.
So the best kind of dance?
Your best card to chance?
Is always the ace of hearts.
For this, these words are both
A warning and a blessing,
A little bit of wisdom from a man
Whose words will stay true.
That your mind & heart
Must find a chart to
Plot your course upon.
So
Find a love thats
True, find a soul thats real
And that will never let you down.
And that heart my friend
Is your ace.
So no matter what?
Treat her right.
Rich or poor
Old or young
Thru good times or bad.
Because all life really
Is based upon on how you play the cards
And the winner always
Takes all…
___________
R.M. Engelhardt 2011
IN SEASONS OF
In seasons of
Pleasure
In her language
I live
Seemliest, fairest.
She,
My power
A gracious chance which I have received
Know
All others removed
in her light
hue/hair
her eyes
With lovely face upon me
she smiled
I turn
therefore towards love,
Lady,
Longing has come upon me
With clever
excellence
And a neck, beauty whiter
than any maiden seen.
Wooing in morning
worn out from waking
Alive as in action. Happy-
Full.
Oh heart, oh love
Do not deprive me
For I have been worrying long since,
Endured for a time
Waiting.
Woman,
Fairest beneath her clothing
A song
Of she
A song of us
Now sung
By the lark
And the mourning doves
Where time is patient
And our patience time
Ours awakened
Ours now
And for-ever.
______________
R.M. Engelhardt 2011
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