One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Friday, April 22, 2011

On Rhyming

Ran across this in Joseph Brodsky's essay on Marina Tsvetaeva, "Footnote to a Poem."  It's from Marina's poem on the death of Rilke: "Novogodnee" ("New Year's Greetings").

Rainer, are you pleased with new rhymes?
For, properly interpreting the word
"Rhyme," what--if not a whole row of new
Rhymes--is Death?


Had to have something for the inaugural entry.  This is as good as it gets.

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