Craigslist Mirrors

“Mirrors, no one has ever yet described
you, figured out what you honestly are.
You are merely a few sieve holes inscribed

on sliced regions of time hopelessly far.

You are the prodigals of the empty chamber
when dusk spreads on the woods enormously …
Like a sixteen-pointer stag the chandelier

strides through your impenetrability.

Sometimes you’re full of paintings. And a few
seem to be brushed right into your background

while others you’ve sent timidly away.

But the most beautiful of them will stay
till bright Narcissus catches and breaks through

to her chaste lips hidden in the beyond.”


Sonnets to Orpheus / Rilke / Trans Willis Barnstone / Shambhala press


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