Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0612270052430.19258@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Rilke
Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 00:52:59 -0500 (EST)
Rilke's Death from development, of angels, welkin reminders, of what might have been, here, among other valleys' roots, like magma, poured spirit one and then another; furious angels! invisible, whose arms illuminate the night harrowed from animals wounded, animals dying; among all orders, a command. With what might one counter the thin edge of the Real?; with what countenance?; with what countenance will Any listen? Multiples move, among multitudes; crossed by elk, by deer, by wolves, kestrel-binding holding fields (these wait for No One) What hovers, soars (these move for No One) ( images at http://nikuko.blogspot.com )