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Rainer Maria Rilke – – A creative, rhymed rendering of Rilke’s original.

But you, O divine one, still sounding your breath,
when the scorned Maenads gathered in wild, frenzied flight—
you drowned out their shrieks with a music of death,
you beautiful one, who brought order to night.

No hand rose to shatter your lyre and crown,
though they wrestled and stormed with delirious might;
and all of the sharp stones hurled to strike you down
turned gentle upon you and entered your light.

At last they destroyed you, by vengeance possessed,
but still your song lingered in lion and stone,
in birdcall and branches your singing found rest—
and even now echoes in voices unknown.

O you lost god! O infinite trace!
Only because hate tore your form apart
are we now the listeners, taking your place—
and nature speaks through the mouth of our heart.

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