Happy Poetry Friday! Welcome, everyone! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
So, this month, our Poetry Princess challenge was to talk back to a Rilke poem. I love the idea of poems in response to other poems. But Rilke? Sheesh. Talking back seems so impertinent! But that’s the beauty of poetry. There is room for every voice.
Sara came up with this month’s challenge, and she chose this beauty for us to respond to:
You, darkness, of whom I am born—
I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest.
But the dark embraces everything
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations—just as they are.
It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me
I believe in the night.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
I always seem to have plenty to say about poems, but I was a bit hesitant on this one. Not sure why. Maybe it’s because there are times I LOVE the dark, but what kept coming out was an argument against Rumi. Who am I to argue with Rumi? But every poem pretty much captures the poet’s thoughts at the time of writing. I could write this poem one day, and an ode to the darkness the next. So, there ya go.
Don’t forget to catch up with all the Poetry Princesses, who have been busy with moves, running events, birthdays, kids, jobs, and life! But I love that we’re still doing poetry anyway!
Non-poetry demands are keeping Andi away this month, but she’ll return.
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Steel Magnolia Irene at Live Your Poem is rounding us up this week, so check out the Poetry Friday Roundup for more goodies. (I think of her that way because she is so gracious and sweet and pretty–but so smart and heartstrong.) Irene is also doing ARTSPEAK poems AND her annual Progressive Poem! How on earth is she managing all that!
“We pretend nothing dangerous/slouches alongside us” gave me shivers. So much truth in this poem.
Jane the Raincity Librarian says
Hmmm, I can understand that reluctance – who am I to talk back to Rumi?! But, as you say, in poetry there is room for everyone, and for all ideas, perspectives and truths.
Irene Latham says
Ha, I am constantly talking back to poems! I can be very ornery that way. But it helps me to zero in on how I really feel about something. And yes, that should totally go in a poem! I particularly love “I love you only when your back/ is broken.” Beautiful, intriguing lines! xo
Kay McGriff (@kaymcgriff) says
I can understand that ambivalence toward darkness and love the line “I love you only when your back/is broken.” It seems I’ve been thinking a lot about darkness the past few years after reading Barbara Brown Taylor’s Learning to Walk in the Dark. It’s a fascinating look at what darkness can offer us once we let go of our fear of it.
The ending…so scary!! Makes me want to look over my shoulder…
I have never heard of talking back to poems. Goodness – Australia needs to catch up on on some poetry love!! Your poem is fabulous – and I’m with Irene about a fave line. Wow. Very intriguing!
This year I read a book about the history of night, focused on Britain and the terrors before any kind of lighting, etc. Your poem brought some of that back, the idea of the need to confront the dark. It’s a wonderful retort to the poem.
HAH! ‘precioussss whispers.’
I think Gollum is a bit hard to ignore. But, yes: we ignore what’s right beside us until it’s no longer convenient to pretend. THAT in itself is a poem topic…
Kelly Ramsdell Fineman says
Love what you ended up with (image and all). Rilke was really something, huh?
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes says
Wow! What an intriguing (and somewhat daunting) challenge. I would hesitate to talk back to Rumi, too, but I love what you captured in the moment of your poem, Laura. And oh my, those last two lines… they’re killer!
I really like the revisions you made to this. You had so many good ideas among all your drafts. I still love the image that comes with the “needled fang of night.”
Matt Forrest Esenwine says
Beautiful and almost haunting, Laura! Like Tricia, I love the “needled fang of night!”
Linda Mitchell says
I love this as well as the graphic you chose. My son, when he was two, yelled at the dark…. “Hey, dark! Where is your moon?” Such a moment of seeing a kid SEE the darkness as a being. I catch such a menacing tone in this with things in the dark watching and waiting for us. I’d much rather hang out in the star light where there is some kindness!
Sara Lewis Holmes says
No fear in talking back, Laura—you have a clear voice and arguments aplenty. And here—here you’ve woven darkness and pretense together, letting your thoughts slip in and out of certainty until you spring your final line. Which sends me right back to your beginning: I love you only when your back is broken, indeed. Well-done, poetry talker.
Kortney Garrison says
Oh, the needled fang!
Yes, we need to pay attention to the darkness, no matter how scary it is!
Well done, Laura! I’m with you on loving darkness “only when your back is broken” and crave “star light kindness.”