A Life Learning Languages
Tim Koch"It would be difficult to persuade me that the story of the Prodigal Son is not the legend of him who did not want to be loved."
-Rainer Maria Rilke
This is a musical interpretation of the last chapter of Rilke's "The Notebooks of Malte Laudris Brigge", a beautiful telling of the Prodigal Son.
"We do not know whether he remained; we only know that he came back."
mp3: A Life Learning Languages
Labels: 663, In My More Slowly Disappearing Hand, Odds and Ends
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a life learning languages
don't say i love you too because then all i could do for you is gladden or give you pain
between your hope and suspicion, before your blame or praise
and on me alone with the shine of the light the shame of having a face
have i not had nearly one hundred times only to promise not to die
i have begun my long love to god, that quiet and aimless chore
it's a life learning languages but you create nonsense and nothing more
the lumpy lead of patience is a long road from the swift happiness of gold
to take all this once more upon myself i the estranged turn home
albany, june 2007
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don't say i love you too because then all i could do for you is gladden or give you pain
between your hope and suspicion, before your blame or praise
and on me alone with the shine of the light the shame of having a face
have i not had nearly one hundred times only to promise not to die
i have begun my long love to god, that quiet and aimless chore
it's a life learning languages but you create nonsense and nothing more
the lumpy lead of patience is a long road from the swift happiness of gold
to take all this once more upon myself i the estranged turn home
albany, june 2007
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