“Nothing is so mute / as a god’s mouth.” —page 48

from the bottom of my heart, i actually don’t know how to rate this. i struggled with this a little—many of these poems resist any interpretation—and found the theme of night to be overwhelming to the point of vagueness. maybe it’s a translation issue, or maybe i just like rilke’s other works better, but this was a middling read. honestly, i’m not sure! some verses / lines were really good (see above quote), but the whole piece . . . idk!