Sunday, April 16, 2023

Poem: “The Risen” by: Rainer Maria Rilke

He never, to the very end, refused 

their love or denied her showy pride.

And she collapsed under the cross 

in a gown of pain bejeweled with that 

love’s most precious stones.

 

But then at the grave, when 

she came in tears to anoint 

him risen just for her, he 

beautifully told her: No – 

 

Only in their cave did she see 

how, strengthened by his death, 

he finally forbade her the comforting 

oil’s anticipated touch to mold 

 

from her the lover who no longer 

bends to her beloved because 

borne by enormous storms 

she soars beyond his voice. 

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