I really am – lousy, that is. I never read poetry. I don’t know anything about it so even if I wanted to read some poetry, I wouldn’t know where to start, who to read. It’s not that I don’t want to read it. It’s just that life is short, I love fiction more and … a lot of other excuses. But once in a while, I stumble upon something that just really strikes a chord in me in a way that only poetry can. I did that tonight. While reading Jonathan Carroll’s blog (found here), I read this poem by Rainer Marie Rilke. It’s called ‘Entrance’, in this edition it’s translated by Dana Gioia – and it’s beautiful.
Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight,
out of the room that lets you feel secure.
Infinity is open to your sight.
Whoever you are.
With eyes that have forgotten how to see
from viewing things already too well-known,
lift up into the dark a huge, black tree
and put it in the heavens: tall, alone.
And you have made the world and all you see.
It ripens like the words still in your mouth.
And when at last you comprehend its truth,
then close your eyes and gently set it free.