12.3.07

Adieu my friend...

"..AH, poems amount to so little when you write too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime, and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might perhaps be able to write ten good lines.

For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences. For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning.

You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighborhoods, to unexpected encounters, and to partings you had long seen coming; to days of childhood whose mystery is still unexplained, to parents whom you had to hurt when they brought in a joy and you didn’t pick it up (it was a joy meant for somebody else); to childhood illness that began so strangely with so many profound and difficult transformations, to days in quiet; restrained rooms and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along high overhead and went flying with all the stars—and it is still not enough to be able to think of all that. You must have memories of many nights of love, each one different from all the others, memories of women screaming in labor, and of light, pale sleeping girls who have just given birth and are closing again.

But you must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and the scattered noises. And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important.

Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no longer to be distinguished from ourselves—only then can it happen that in some very rare hour the first word of a poem arises in their midst and goes forth from them."
-By a German poet Rainer Maria Rilke


....in memory of a very good friend of mine who just passed away..
...you will be missed my friend... have a truly wonderful journey with God.

8 comments:

Shoshana said...

What a beautiful post for your friend Ev.

Dave Richards said...

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My Blog
too for some love poems and love quotes.

krystyna said...

Hi Ev!
You chose great text to express your feelings.
Great memory of your friend!
Have a blesing day!

ghee said...

Ev,the last time I was here,promise,Ive never seen your post..masyadong late kasi kung mapublish ang entry dito sa blogger...,kita ko ang date,i was really here huh?

im so sorry about your friend,Ev...

im sure he/she`ll appreciate this beautiful entry of yours dedicated to him/her :)

sadness really inspires us...and its not bad to let the emotion go through..

cheer up,mahfriend!
a warm hug for you!! :)

ev said...

Thanks guys for your inspiring msgs..my friend is only 29 years old, she died of cardiac arrest (due to high blood pressure)accdng. to her family, leaving her 2-months old baby behind...sigh;0(..we're all shocked coz she never showed signs of weakness.She's always known to be a tough woman and i admire her.

Well,this is life in reality,we can never question the inevitable. But wherever she is now, for sure there will be no more heartaches and sufferings in a haven that God has promised. She's in her real journey toward eternity.

"Just continue your journey bing, wherever you are...God makes sure your baby will be very safe here...and you will be your baby pauleen's angel.."

krystyna said...

Hi Ev!
I'm so sorry about your friend!
I don't know what to say. Why... ?
Probably many questions are without answer.
God bless you Ev!

ghee said...

uh oh...29 yrs old with a 2 months old baby....too bad..but of course God has a reason..

we better enjoy life to the fullest,right,EV?

hope u r okay now :)

ev said...

When my brother passed away in his mid 30's five years ago (he was diagnosed with a liver cancer, suffered for like two months and died on a day before my birthday), leaving his three little boys only ages 2,4 and 6.I asked God why my brother....

December,2005, my very closed cousin's husband met an accident and eventually died, leaving my young cousin pregnant with their second child and their three-year old boy. I once again asked God why my cousin's husband...

And now, a very good friend, leaving her two months old baby...I once again wander about the reason behind...

Human as we are, we'd normally question things like this..even our initial reaction is "denial". But whatever the reason behind..we don't know...life is mysterious really...and the Author of life has evry right to take back and claim what's His... for life is truly borrowed...just that sometimes we have to open our eyes to the reality of our realm of living.