i am a
river
i am a
river,
obstructed,
in confusion
i am the
sea,
fathomless,
i don’t
know myself
i am a god,
words move
out of my fingers
i am lonely.
beauty
flows free,
see
“Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become world, to become world for [one’s self] and for another’s sake; it is a great exacting claim upon him [or her], something that chooses him [or her] out and calls one to vast things.”—Rainer Maria RilkeRainer Maria Rilke with his lover, the painter Baladine Klossowska (Muzot, Switzerland, 1923)