This website offers three poetic voices from a planet raising countless others.
The three are my own, the voice of my grandfather Ludwig Bendix,
and the voice of Rainer Maria Rilke, whom I have translated
extensively, and who lies buried a day’s crow flight
from mountains pictured here.
Poetry opens vistas otherwise unseen
were we only to plod literally from word to word.
Like dreams, poems leap improbably between worlds
we might otherwise have separated and confined,
springing us from jails of our fixed beliefs.
Poems are a bid for freedom.
They speak what has not been spoken.
May we speak and celebrate our arrivals into embodiment.
The photographs here are mostly mine.
Explore, enjoy, and feel free to contact me.
Erik Bendix
