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 ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes?We are not of one mind. Are not like birdsin unison migrating. ...
IShe lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,And bound them round the withering old man,And on him through the long ...
It didn't help for him to drive the quillsOf porcupines into his lecher's flesh -His pandemonian senses uttered shrillExpulsive cries ...
They put you in the picture if you pay.So even if you didn't see the Savior,And even if the holy ...
I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voicesurging forth with all my earthly feelings?They yearn so high, that ...
Again and again, however we know the landscape of loveand the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,and the frighteningly ...
TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love,and the little church-yard with lamenting names,and the frightfully silent ...
All this stood upon her and was the world and stood upon her with all its fear and grace as ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
World was in the face of the beloved--, but suddenly it poured out and was gone: world is outside, world ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
In the beginning life was good to me; it held me warm and gave me courage. That this is granted ...
Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved in deepness, hovers above my face. You who are the heaviest counterweight to my ...
You who are close to my heart always, I welcome you, ancient coffins of stone, which the cheerful water of ...
He felt the entrance's green darkness wrapped cooly round him like a silken cloak that he was still accepting and ...
As in one's hand a lighted match blinds you before it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering tongues to ...
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped ...
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and ...
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