The Sonnets to Orpheus by Rainer Maria Rilke

Brew us the magic in which all limits dissolve,
spirit forever bent to the fire!
The fathomless limit of evil, first, which resolves,
also around those who are resting and do not stir.

Dissolve with a few drops whatever excludes in the limit

of the ages, which makes our past wisdom a fraud;

for how deeply we have absorbed the Athenian sunlight

and the mystery of the Egyptian falcon or god.

Don't rest until the boundary that keeps the sexes 

in meaningless conflict has disappeared.

Open up childhood and the wombs of more truly expectant

generous mothers so that, shaming all that is empty,

and not confused by the hindering wood, 

they may give birth to future rivers, augmenting the sea.

-Rainer Maria Rilke