Elegy X (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying visionI may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!That of the ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying visionI may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!That of the ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes?We are not of one mind. Are not like birdsin unison migrating. ...
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverishedthe existence of the individual; the relationship betweenone human being and another ...
I held myself too open, I forgotthat outside not just things exist and animalsfully at ease in themselves, whose eyesreach ...
We cannot know his legendary headwith eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torsois still suffused with brilliance from inside,like ...
You must not understand this life.Then everyday will be like a party.Simply let every day belike a child who, passing ...
God speaks to each of us before we are,Before he's formed us - then, in cloudy speech,But only then, he ...
My whole life is mine, but whoever says sowill deprive me, for it is infinite.The ripple of water, the shade ...
Sometimes she walks through the village in her little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, ...
How my body blooms from every vein more fragrantly, since you appeard to me; look, I walk slimmer now and ...
Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars. Their ...
In the years when we were all children, this inclining to be alone so much was gentle; others' time passed ...
Come let us watch the sun go down and walk in twilight through the orchard's green. Does it not seem ...
Strange violin, why do you follow me? In how many foreign cities did you speak of your lonely nights and ...
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
O hour of my muse: why do you leave me, Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight? Alone: what ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
In the beginning life was good to me; it held me warm and gave me courage. That this is granted ...
I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, ...
My whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me, for it is infinite. The ripple of water, ...
Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection on some piece of gleaming furniture that the child remembers so much ...
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs ...
It would be good to give much thought, before you try to find words for something so lost, for those ...
And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing which would infinitely enrich your life: the powerful, uniquely uncommon, the ...
That is my window. Just now I have so softly wakened. I thought that I would float. How far does ...
Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize, unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric: as I in my spirit burned, ...
We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance ...
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, ...
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