Rilke

Rilke Translation — Like kindling in the hand, white, before the flame ignites, from all sides twitching tongues stretch — beginning in the circle of nearby spectators, hasty, flickering hard and hot, her spinning dance spreads. And now she is Fire, utter and complete. With one look, she sets her hair ablaze, and with daring skill…

The 33 Project

Rilke Translation & Prompt — Dreaming eye. Forehead touching something distant. Feeling of youth around the mouth, somber seduction, the ornamental lace of the trim, noble uniform, the sheathed sword in both hands — waiting, calm, unperturbed. And now in twilight, more noticeable, first of the far-reaching, vanished. All that is banished laughs at our misunderstanding, and dives deep into cloudy depths…

Rilke Translation — Silent friend from far-flung fields, feel how your breath expands boundaries. From the darkest steeple, ring loud. What devours you becomes strong from this food. Transform yourself, out and in What is your truest experience? If you drink bitterness, become wine. Stand tonight, supernaturally spellbound at the crossroad of your senses, sense the mystical encounter…

Rilke Translation — Going Blind She sat with the others at tea. I thought at first, it was her cup, different from theirs as she lifted it up. She smiled once. It almost hurt. And when they finished, stood, spoke, walked slowly through many rooms (they talked and laughed). By chance I saw…