You, darkness, of whom I am born---
I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest.
But the dark embraces everything
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations---just as they are.
It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me
I believe in the night.
---Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
Sara's "rules" were that we needed to respond to this poem in some way - echoes or talk back or whatever. Here is what I came up with, after pondering Rilke's poem. As you will see, it borrows from several sources, from Adlai Stevenson to Robert Frost to Harry Dixon Loes.
Better to light a candle?
Or to wrap the darkness
like a blanket--
No, the dark is too oppressive
without pinprick stars, blinks
of fireflies, glowing coals,
I have been one acquainted with the night,
and I reject it as a place of darkness.
I choose to let it shine.
Here's where you can find the poems by my poetry sisters, responding to Rilke:
And here's where you can find the Poetry Friday roundup: