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now that is stank

stank

Fucking exhausted ❤

A beautiful reading

SOPHIE - Lili You know you don’t belong to us he said unto the child We found you poorly in the swamp deep within the mire Your eyes bright red by moonlight, grey blue before the fire We knew that you were different, a difference deep and wild And we were drawn by deepest love this pen cannot explain No thoughts could ever pass our minds of fleeing from the pain. - The pain of one so young and cold we took from death’s dark claws As you grew within our hovel, submissive, bright and smart A child, a girl with deep black curls, brown skin without a flaw We loved you more as time passed by and death called once again To take the man that you called Pa. You never shed a tear You watched the Moon, you understood as Nature made its claim. - I noticed then you hardly slept, in silent meditation deep Things would move before your stare, you never suffered ills You would sing verse you weren’t taught, draw creatures from their sleep And they would sing along with you, nightbirds, raccoons and frogs Until an orchestra of sound rose up so beautiful to hear Surprising to myself as well, I never suffered fear. - But when you grew past childhood, when blood began to flow You ventured nightly through the woods following the song That seemed to spring from all the trees, song I didn’t know When young men came along to call, they froze at your red eyes And went away not to return, then rumors began to grow Fear from all the Villagers, the stories, hate and cries. - One bright morning we were taken by a tap upon our door Standing there all dressed in brown, four girls of Sophie’s age They came inside and took her hand, outside a man on horse She knew them all, they took a draught, then all sat on the floor A chant began, rose to a scream, the sound was tempest worse They took her then, she bade Goodbye, her happiness I saw. - I live alone, shunned by all, inside my mind I know When Moonlight falls and nightbirds sing I feel that I am blessed She’s watching o’er my life and trials, she brings the sun and snow And as I age I feel her here when chairs and tables move A whisper low, a song I hear, the plaintive call of her pet crow. Blessed be.

Tired of life

Keep up the good work.

All though your sins like crimson…. White as the purest Snow ❄️ Whiter than White ❤

Snow on Snow ❤

My Bright Field ❤

Dream within a Dream …… no more the inner scream…. the terrifying mean 😭 breathe on me breath of life… l long to live and love to Dream my Dreams ❤❤❤

Influence for Nick Drake

You call this drivel poetry? A ten year old child could write better than what this fraud has written.

Here, Nov 24 ❤️

Firstq

This poem is full of truth.

Kiss

My favourite poet. Well read, thank you.

Rilke, being a dexterous poetry stylist, uses syntax to create a feeling of taudness and expectancy: something is "creeping closer to the window". This seen "under the uncertain sunlight", adds a touch of melancholy and some reflective inward looking, along with fears and images of a long gone childhood.(Rilke himself, might have been fearful of tempestuous weather ,as a child, - I know, I was too!)

The futile quest for Rilke's Beloved is reminiscent of Rumi's corresponding search for his own elusive Beloved. Both have been longing for them and both have come to terms with the fact that they will never find them!

Another little diamond...So simple words and yet, they convey meanings and feelings so heartfelt...so deep, like the water they would've wet their feet, had it been water...

Rilke was born in 1875 and died in 1926.A lyric poet and prose writer of German origin. His images, laden with deep, ambiguous feelings/meanings, are focused on the difficulty of the 20th century society, during an era of mistrust, loneliness and deep anxiety. One of the "dark" poets of his generation... As for the person reciting the poem...the melancholy in his voice becomes the "atmosphere" of the poem... Kudos!

Can someone explain the meaning of this poem?

My favourite poem 😊

I have memorized this, and can recite it in nine seconds. The adults don't care but the kids enjoy it. It helps them learn if you make a game out of reciting poetry.

zippardy doo daa!

Love the recitation; it would be even more wonderful with the lines written on the screen!!

And - - a real pleasure to listen to , to look at ! ! Thank YOU .

How glad Iam to be guided 👉 HERE 👈

ONCE AGAIN - - deeply moved .

Who is reading it so well!?

Beautiful poem

From Egypt to you. i love it ❤

Amazing ❤

My English , there is still room to improvement . I notice it especially with poems like this one . But I can sense what I can´t translate . YES , it was a pleasure to be here again .

Wonderful reading, thank you!

And 🤔 such an experience is not prepared for everyone , logically - - -

bw, I love your voice. I also love those Irish landscapes.

There is such an intimacy in his poems. It's as though the words were given to him for safe keeping, to be used with deep feeling.

Perfect, compassionate voice for this poem.

It´s amazing what poet and reciter can trigger ➖➖ The most beautiful inner peace for a moment .

Yes 💓 words full of vitality and so the recitation ➖ ➖

Thank you for your wonderful reading of this great poem. You touched my heart.

The sound of the voice , the words of the poem form a so beautiful unity together ❣❣

I am quite enchanted now - -

Here the senses are not neclected , by no means so . Thank you ❣

Rip Anne

1:26🔸 🔸 YES , that´s most impressive - - -

Excellent

This poet 💘she has done it to me - - - 1:12 💖 🔸thank YOU and 🔸enjoy a nice SUNDAY 🔶