From The Book Of Pilgrimage
Martyn Bates, Rainer Maria Rilke
Put out my eyes: I still can see you so;
Block up my ears: Even so I still can hear you:
And without feet, to you I still can go
And without mouth, even so I can adjure you
Break of my arms, with heart instead of hand
I'll seize and hold you: stop my heart, and then
My brain will beat instead of it: and dare you
With burning set alright my brain
Then on the current of my blood I'll hear you
