(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Before A Painting

I knew not who had wrought with skill so fine
What I beheld; nor by what laws of art
He had created life and love and heart
On canvas, from mere color, curve and line.
Silent I stood and made no move or sign;
Not with the crowd, but reverently apart;
Nor felt the power my rooted limbs to start,
But mutely gazed upon that face divine.

And over me the sense of beauty fell,
As music over a raptured listener to
The deep-voiced organ breathing out a hymn;
Or as on one who kneels, his beads to tell,
There falls the aureate glory filtered through
The windows in some old cathedral dim.

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Thanks Frank, don't forget it's not my work, just translated from Rilke. Best H
HERBERT...VERY WELL CRAFTED WORK...TIGHT, SMOOTH FLUX & AND A STELLAR COMMAND OF IMAGERY...TAKING THE READER NOY ONLY TO THE WORK, BUT WITHIN THE WORK...NO EASY FEAT...FRANK