Like Rilke

January 13th, 2019

Like Rilke,
Nothing like Rilke
Anxious about anxiety but uncompromisingly confident knowing as I do
the façade can only be displaced by grandeur,
knowing that no architect can live to see his work completed lest it be damned by insecurity:
stay reluctant, a voice says — too much headstrongness will kill that which is immortal, or otherwise leave a stain

My words sound like translations
like technically-poor translations which get at the idea of thing more than the sound of it
Though the author has already withered like Oak leaves in November.
Next year, new leaves will grow looking all–and–nothing like their predecessors