Rilke - Sonnets To Orpheus 1 Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

The magic from his chorded lyre
emerged with feminine delicacy
radiant throu the veil of vernal
freshness, and nestled soft within

my ear - her sleep a world of healing.
The mysterious wood remote
yet ever-present, the living meadow -
all these and everything enthralled me.

Aware in her sleeping beauty, how
-O singing god- did she not crave
her own consciousness? Yet see -

she stands, an undying muse whom you
must now invent before she flies as
sun on dew - so nearly human.


A free version of Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus Bk1.2
Und fast ein Madchen wars und ging hervor

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