This article is part of a continuing series on poetry to commemorate National Poetry Month.
"Untitled"
I live my life in growing orbits
which move out over the things of this world.
Perhaps I never can achieve the last,
but that will be my attempt.
I am circling around God,
around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years.
And I still do not know,
if I am a Falcon,
or a storm,
or a great song.
-- by R.M. Rilke
Years ago my friend Sean sent me this poem and I immediately considered it a favorite for primarily two reasons:
1) It's visually amazing. It simply transports us out into a vast universe where we literally sense how it feels to be a falcon (maybe the size of a constellation), a storm (the size of the Milky Way), or a song (possibly so chrystal-clear and loud that it fills the entirety of space).
2) It speaks to that inner-person, the one that never ages (though we do) and feels like it could live on forever "circling the tower of God." Whether you refer to that inner-self as your heart or your soul, this poem makes that inner-self seem to take on wings, fly, and soar.
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