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The Book of Hours
2011-09-17 09:08In World Lit class (ah, I love my course) we were assigned to print out Rilke’s “Book of Hours.” The class ended up with two versions, and luckily I had a classmate with the correct one (I had no internet yesterday, my father wasn’t able to pay the bill on time) and it was beautiful.
After a bit of searching I found out that the poem wasn’t as long as I had expected it to be–some of the lines have their own titles. But we took the lines as one huge poem, and it was…well, I never expected to warm up to this kind of poetry. I don’t write poetry, I don’t think I ever will write good poetry, and well, I can try but I find myself leaning more towards short stories.
Rilke’s words flow wonderfully, and it makes the words feel like I’m drinking from a wellspring of sweet, enlightening water, if there ever is such a thing.
( I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being... )
After a bit of searching I found out that the poem wasn’t as long as I had expected it to be–some of the lines have their own titles. But we took the lines as one huge poem, and it was…well, I never expected to warm up to this kind of poetry. I don’t write poetry, I don’t think I ever will write good poetry, and well, I can try but I find myself leaning more towards short stories.
Rilke’s words flow wonderfully, and it makes the words feel like I’m drinking from a wellspring of sweet, enlightening water, if there ever is such a thing.
( I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being... )
