Rilke

Here's a new poem, highly influenced by Rilke's novel The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

Rebirth

She wanted to be baptized
in the warm, green water of a pond.
She wanted to wear a flowing, oriental robe,
and walk forth onto the shore
letting her bare feet sink
into the mushy mire of this water source:
this would be her renewel.
It would be faking a death,
and telling only a childhood friend she was alive.

Like this, like with the baptizing priest,
she'll let men touch her with thoughtful hands:
gestures created out of made-up aquaintances.

She'll sacrifice the worldly,
and navagate her way among spirits.
Like sicknesses,
they only break their fever,
break the confines of their bodies
with an anti-thesis: disease.

Being dead, unknown,
her rebirth will be supplicated
in the light of others dead and unknown