i am not a fan of rilke, a bit like pessoa, something there, but not quite

                          Again and Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love

and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,

and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others

fall: again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers, face to face with the sky.


rilke you rarefied pansy

soft and sweet

so candyfloss would cut you

the silent abyss overflows with beauty

sex and women stuffed your brain

so whats new?