Tuesday, June 24, 2014

the child startles at the mirror

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The child startles at the mirror
and passes on;
no one could have known
what her image has given her.

But near evening the memory
insists she return for proof,
and a lingering curiosity
stops her before herself.

One doesn't know if this is fear.
But she pauses now, her gaze
searches her own face,
and she breathes -- somehow -- elsewhere.

R. M. Rilke
(my translation)

Sunday, June 22, 2014