BY MEGAN GANNON 

Sonnets to Orpheus, #9

By Ranier Maria Rilke

Only he who has also raised 

his lyre among shadows 

may find his way back 

to infinite praise. 

Only he who has eaten with the dead 

from their stores of poppy 

will never again lose 

the softest chord. 

And though the pool's reflection 

often blurs before us: 

Know the image. 

Only in the double realm 

do the voices become 

eternal and mild.

Editor's Note: Students were asked to match a poem of their choice with a painting of their choice. The relationship between the two shall be determined by the viewer/reader.