Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: duino elegies, elegy, homelessness, poetry, rainer maria rilke
On my last shift
working with street homeless people
in the middle of the night
– I was leaving to go to Seminary –
James invited me to sit with him
in his doorway on the Strand.
I brought hot sweet tea and cigarettes
that we smoked together in silence
as we thought and I drank in
the sharp tang of London
before the street was washed,
the chill of stone through cardboard mat.
It was then that James began to speak,
reciting in German
The Eighth Duino Elegy
and I nursed my tea, crying at the gift,
this strange beauty carrying me on through the future
tying knots of love to the past.
noch einmal zeigt, sich wendet, anhalt, weilt – ,
so leben wir und nehmen immer Abscheid.
he turns, stops there, he lingers –
so we live on, forever bidding goodbye.
2 Comments so far
Leave a comment