Final January Small Stone–Jan. 31, 2014


The final January reading from A Year with Rilke is titled The One Who Is Coming,  which, once again I found on the blog, A Year with Rilke, from 2011. Thank you to Lorenzo and Ruth for their postings that gave me a way to share many of the readings with everyone who reads my small stones.

AYEARWRILKEMy stone for today was inspired partly by Rilke, but, especially for my ModPo friends, I also included a little bit of Emily Dickinson here.

Jan. 31, 2014

–Do you not see how all that is happening is ever again a new beginning?
from “The One Who Is Coming”, Letters to a Young Poet, Rome, Dec. 23, 1903 A Year with Rilke

English: The 24 hour tower clock face in Venice

Each day begins and all
is possibility, hours stretched
with hope and good intention.

Each blank page calls for its companions,
words of the poet, each rising above
the lesser words of yesterday.

Shall we not move forward then
with eagerness and passion—
for today, for life, for— THIS—?

24-hours-clock painted by Paolo Uccello in San...

Astronomical Clock (Astronomical Dial), Prague...

Astronomical Clock (Astronomical Dial), Prague, Czech Republic (Photo credit: Grufnik)

Enhanced by Zemanta

Small stone for Jan. 30, 2014

badge-14-300x300And just one more day to go in this January challenge. It has been an interesting and challenging one for sure as I struggle at times with Rilke‘s work and its religious aspects.  Today’s poem is from New Poems, A Year with Rilke: AloneAYEARWRILKE

Jan. 30, 2014

..Of my heart I will make a tower
and stand on its very edge,
where nothing else exists— Rilke, New Poems, A Year with Rilke

Even now, I shelter where
I’m safe, where fear has always
held me far from the unknown.

My knees weaken at the edge

English: Precipice, Gad Cliff This vertical pr...
of real or imagined precipice,
‘til I pull back and turn away.

Every decade missed chances
never returning. Only the wonder,
Is this the last time to take the forward step?  


Enhanced by Zemanta

Small Stones for Jan. 28 & 29, 2014

badge-14-300x300Life got a little in my way yesterday, so I’m playing catch-up again. The first reading, for yesterday, was so short, I’ve quoted it in full. My response to it is rather a reflection on how self focused we often become, especially when faced with difficult times in our lives.  AYEARWRILKEThe second piece is called You Come and Go.  It is from The Book of Hours I, 45.  My own response to this was as a reflection on how our grief and memory of someone changes over time.

Jan. 28, 2014

Am I Not the Whole?

God, are you then the All?  And I the separated one
who tumbles and rages?
Am I not the whole? Am I not all things
when I weep, and you the single one, who hears it?

from The Book of Hours II, 3 –- Rilke

How easy it is to suppose
we are the centre of our universe
all our questions somewhere hold the “I”.

When we are embraced by a depth of sadness,
our world pulls in, shrinks around us, we are small,
believe ourselves a single voice calling into darkness. 

a windy night

Is there someone outside listening for our voices?
Are there words upon the wind that blows, or merely
echoes of our own cries, come to taunt us?


Jan. 29, 2014

…we no longer look up
when your shadow falls on the book we are reading
and makes it glow.  — The Book of Hours I, 45 — Rilke

When he first died, I’d see his shadow
fall upon the stairs, or silhouetted
in the garden, just past evening.

summer garden

His lingered music early mornings
would wake me gently with its echoes
from somewhere distant, its tune not quite recalled.
I don’t remember when his visits stopped,
his spirit finally finding rest, but sometimes,
mornings, I still hear music softly coming through my window.


Enhanced by Zemanta

Small stone for Jan. 27, 2014

badge-14-300x300After today’s there are only four more small stones to be written for January. I think then I’ll go back and see what poem or poems I have to work with, expand on, combine. After all, these were only first draft thoughts, rather than finished poems.

So. Last night, I went outside for a moment, surprised to see it snowing, but gentle enough I didn’t expect what I woke to this morning!  Everything: trees, my Buddha, the bird feeder, bushes, all with tall caps of powdery white. So light that the wind blows it

Silent days

Silent days (Photo credit: AnneJP1)

easily onto the ground, and, less beautifully, onto the driveway. It is, of course, drifting first one direction, then the other. Earlier, I was happy to see my side of the road had not been ploughed in. Now it seems the plough has made a repeat pass, and both sides share the residue from the centre of the road. For now, I am fine with it, as I have no need to go out for a couple of days, and fortunately, my neighbour kindly takes care of it. I am so thankful for great neighbours.

AYEARWRILKEWhy am I going on about all this? Today’s Rilke passage is called “The Solitude We Are”  from  the Year With Rilke blogspot that pairs his writings with sculptures by Rodin. Even though I’m grateful for neighbours, I still very much enjoy my own company.  Rilke’s advice to a Young Poet has been written about in many ways but it still had something for me to reflect on:

Jan. 27, 2014

“We are solitary. We can delude ourselves and act as if this were not so.” —Letters to a Young Poet, Aug. 12, 1904 – Rilke from The Solitude We Are, A Year With Rilke

To be solitary in a silent day:
not an isolation but a gathering
thought, reflection, strength

Luna moth emerging from silk cocoon.

Luna moth emerging from silk cocoon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A store against those other days
when the external makes demands
time not granting the luxury of cocoon.

We arrive alone in protest, pushed
out of our comfortable nests. In each vessel
of departure, there is only room for one.


Enhanced by Zemanta