Rilke is one of those poets whom I felt an instant connection with, his introduction on Wikipedia says it way better than I could: “His haunting images focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety”. This poem came from Jaime who forwarded me a newsletter with the query “I don’t know if this is of interest”, it wasn’t particularly but it did have a snippet of this Rilke poem and I had to hunt it down and share it with you.
I Love The Dark Hours
I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.
So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.
- Ranier Maria Rilke