From Duino Elegies, First Elegy:
Voices, voices. Listen, my heart, as before now
only saints had listened, while that vast call
raised them off the ground; yet they paid no heed
and kept kneeling, those impossible ones,
listening wholly absorbed. Not that you could bear
God’s voice—by no means. But listen to the wind’s breathing,
that uninterrupted news that forms from silence.
Inside the drum.
Lost in labrinthine halls.
Lost in deafening slumber.
If only you could hear the East wind call.
The current will carry my song over the savanna
If I trust as an animal might of its mother.
Why disturb the breath supernal with muddled thoughts?
—Me, July 2016