Elegy I (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenlypressed me against ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenlypressed me against ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate ...
The beating of the guns grows louder.'Not long, boys, now.'My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder;Hurricanes growAs guns redouble their fire.Through ...
I bend o'er the wheel at my sewing;I'm spent; and I'm hungry for rest;No curse on the master bestowing,--No hell-fires ...
IN companies or loneThey bend their heads, their handsThey busy with their gear,Accomplishing the stitchThat turns the stocking-heel,Or closes up ...
Sometimes in the middle autumn days,The windless days when the swallows have flown,And the sere elms brood in the mist,Each ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
In his dim chapel day by dayThe organist was wont to play,And please himself with fluted reveries;And all the spirit's ...
WHEN did you start your tricksMonsieur?What do you stand on such high legs for?Why this length of shredded shankYou exaltation?Is ...
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by, The river flashed along its open way, Blithe swallows flitted ...
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
wandering around milan my father i know that (bred in the bone) i'm you i walk and think - my ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
At the edge of winter in crisp early March a dull thud of numbness delays joy and sadness that will ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew Cried, "There's a ghost," and ...
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