Friday, April 2, 2010

Blessed Good Friday

Pietà with Saints

1523-24
OIL on wood, 239 x 199 cm
Galleria Palatina (Palazzo Pitti), Florence

 

 

Pieta

Thus, Jesus, do I see your feet again?
Those feet which last time were a slender lad’s,
When timidly I bared and washed them here;
How they forlornly stood among my plaits
Like, in a thornbush caught, a milk-white deer.
So now I see your limbs, unfondled ever,
For the first time, at this our lover’s tryst.
We never in our time lay down together;
Now to adore and watch is all there is.
But look, your hands are mangled at the center – :
What bites, beloved – they were not my own.
Your heart is open, anyone’s to enter:
That was to have been my door, mine alone.
Now you are weary, and your mouth too wry
To have a longing for my suffering lips -.
Jesus, Jesus, whence came our eclipse?
How quirkily we perish, you and I.

(The Best of Rilke trans. By Walter Arndt)

10 comments:

  1. 人生的價值以及他的快樂,都在於他有能力看重自己的生存..................................................

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  2. 生存乃是不斷地在內心與靈魂交戰;寫作是坐著審判自己。.........................

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  3. 凡是遇到困擾的問題,不要把它當作可怕的,討厭的,無奈的遭遇,而要把它當作歷練、訓練和幫助。 ..................................................

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  4. 一個人的價值,應該看他貢獻了什麼,而不是他取得了什麼..................................................

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  5. 當一個人內心能容納兩樣相互衝突的東西,這個人便開始變得有價值了。............................................................

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