Den Gott des Ganges und der weiten Botschaft,
die Reisehaube uber hellen Augen,
den schlanken Stab hertragend vor dem Leibe
und flugelschlagend an den Fußgelenken;
und seiner linken Hand gegeben: sie.
From Rilke’s “Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes”
The Glenmary Gardens had broken soft,
like effort ever taken from the resourceful,
onto a valley veiled from the calls that men
once forgotten make in their feeling through all;
once opened for all they sought to save all: woe.
Note: This exercise was adapted from one of my favorites in creative writing class that I took with Mark Rudman senior year of college.
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Just a quick note that I also took a class w/ Mark Rudman at NYU (grad school), "The Little Magazine." Loved him.
ReplyDeleteYeah I really liked that class. His poetry has been asking to be read by my lazy butt for the last 6 years...plus there were a few majorly talented poets in there, which was fun.
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