The Song of the Statue
Who is there who so loves me, that he
Will throw away his own dear life?
If someone will die for me in the ocean,
I will be brought back from stone
Into life, into life redeemed.
How I long for blood’s rushing;
Stone is so still.
I dream of life: life is good.
Has no one the courage
Through which I might awaken?
And if I once more find myself in life,
Given everything most golden,--
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then I will weep
alone, weep for my stone.
What help will my blood be, when it ripens like wine?
It cannot scream out of the ocean
He who loved me most.
--Rainer M. Rilke