Poem of the Day: Song of the Dwarf

[David Morris]

Who knew Rilke could be funny?

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>                    Poem of the Day: Song of the Dwarf
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> >                                    by Rainer Maria Rilke
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> >                                        Maybe my soul is straight and
> good,
> > but she's got to lug my heart, my blood,
> > which all hurts because it's crooked;
> > its weight sends her staggering.
> > She has no bed, she has no home,
> > she merely hangs on my sharp bones,
> > flapping her terrible wings.
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> > And my hands are completely shot,
> > shriveled, worn: here, take a look
> > at how they clammily, clumsily hop
> > like rain-crazed toads.
> > As for all the other stuff,
> > it's all used up and sad and old—
> > why doesn't God haul me out to the muck
> > and let me drop.
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> > Is it because of my mug
> > with its frowning mouth?
> > So often I would itch
> > to be luminous and free of fog
> > but nothing would approach
> > except big dogs.
> > And the dogs got zilch.
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> > Source: Poetry (June 2011).
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> >                                            Rainer Maria Rilke
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