You Who Never Arrived

[Solace]

I have found a fantastic poem. Rilke Maria Rainer speaks beautifuly on the issues of solitude and longing. Every line of this poem rings true for me...

You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...

 

[Coverage]

This is a nice poem that I think anyone who feels isolated or lonely can relate to in one way or another.

 

[viviana]

This is a nice poem that I think anyone who feels isolated or lonely can relate to in one way or another.

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and anyone who has experience love recently, for the fist time and keeps hoping to cross path with that special someone again. uuhhhhh. the holidays don't help a bit, with these kind of feelings.

 

[leftykmonahan]

This is quite lovely. ooh..

 

[SophiaGrace]

wow o_o this is easily one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read.

It encapsulates perfectly how I feel. Sometimes when I'm out and about and I see a man walk by me i wonder "maybe he's the one"....and then he turns the corner, and i'm left never knowing.

It's a feeling of curiousity and anticipation that comes over me. I think I do it more for fun, and to create a sense of awe within me than to make myself feel dissapointed and alone.

 

[Solace]

I feel like it's both for me, Sophia. Both awe, and anticipation, but also a searing, unidentified loss. A taunt wait.