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Calm creation that in opening closes, often ceases by starting

Seek transformation. O be eager for that flame
in which something escapes you, proud of change.
In overcoming the earthbound, that designing spirit
loves the zest of a figure at its turning point.

Whatever locks itself shut has already petrified.
Does it feel safe and secure in inconspicuous grey?
Wait – the hard warned by the hardest far away.
Woe betide – a distant hammer’s lifted high!

Whoever pours himself like a spring, realisation
realises him, will lead him joyful to calm creation
that in opening closes, often ceases by starting.

Rilke’s Sonnets to Orpheus, translated by Martyn Crucefix