Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Dove that ventured outside…a poem by Rilke

The Dove that Ventured Outside (Stacy Wills, 2014)
alcohol ink on yupo  4" x 6"

Dove that ventured outside, 
flying far from the dovecote:
housed and protected again,
one with the day, the night,
knows what serenity is,
for she has felt her wings
pass through all distance and fear
in the course of her wanderings.

The doves that remained at home,
never exposed to loss,
innocent and secure, 
cannot know tenderness;
only the won-back heart 
can ever be satisfied:  free,
through all it has given up,
to rejoice in its mastery.

Being arches itself
over the vast abyss.
Ah the ball that we dared,
that we hurled into infinite space,
doesn't it fill our hands
differently with its return:
heavier by the weight 
of where it has been.

-Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)

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