I have brought it to my heart to be a still point
Of praise for the powers which move towards me as I
To them, through the dimensions a tree opens up,
Or a window, or a mirror. Creatures fell
Silent, then returned my stare.
Or a window, or a mirror. The shock of re-
Turning to myself after a long journey,
With music, has made me cry, cry out — angels
And history through the heart's attention grow transparent.
John Riley, Poem (for Rilke in Switzerland)
(courtesy of the Black Sun )