a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the second of ten poems.
Noble words revolve
like wisps passing through my stars
touching grace.
A temporary, fractious glory
flings my arms like backward wings
with feather tips,
spread in sweet torture.
Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought,
the first birth or dismembering of consciousness,
buttering me with music…
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Jueseppi B.
most grateful to your perspicacious eye, my knight x
Thank you dear sweet lady, love your poetry. I wish you & your family a joyous and healthy Christmas season.