Losing (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Losing too is still ours; and even forgettingstill has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.When something's let go of, ...
Losing too is still ours; and even forgettingstill has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.When something's let go of, ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
How my body blooms from every vein more fragrantly, since you appeard to me; look, I walk slimmer now and ...
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, ...
Some day, if I should ever lose you, will you be able then to go to sleep without me softly ...
I am always going from door to door, whether in rain or heat, and sometimes I will lay my right ...
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick ...
She who did not come, wasn't she determined nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart? If we had to exist ...
Ever since those wondrous days of Creation our Lord God sleeps: we are His sleep. And He accepted this in ...
But you now, dear girl, whom I loved like a flower whose name I didn't know, you who so early ...
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space, in which you see all Forms intensified. (In the Open, denied, ...
I am like a flag in the center of open space. I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and ...
How I have felt that thing that's called 'to part', and feel it still: a dark, invincible, cruel something by ...
High above he stands, beside the many saintly figures fronting the cathedral's gothic tympanum, close by the window called the ...
Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations has been a trough, renewing in itself an ...
A tree ascended there. Oh pure transendence! Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear! And all things hushed. ...
Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection on some piece of gleaming furniture that the child remembers so much ...
Encircled by her arms as by a shell, she hears her being murmur, while forever he endures the outrage of ...
The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues; she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly and put into it that sharply etched ...
The rich and fortunate do well to keep silent, for no one cares to know who and what they are. ...
Other vessels hold wine, other vessels hold oil inside the hollowed-out vault circumscribed by their clay. I, as smaller measure, ...
It is life in slow motion, it's the heart in reverse, it's a hope-and-a-half: too much and too little at ...
Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars. Their ...
As in sleeping-drink spices softly she loosens in the liquid-clear mirror her fatigued demeanor; and she puts her smile deep ...
Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are: the false silence of sound drowning sound, and there--proud, ...
Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk only on feelings. That faces upward and in its mirror ...
What I have already learned as a lover, I see you, beloved, learning angrily; then for you it distantly departed, ...
(Capri, Piccola Marina) Timeless sea breezes, sea-wind of the night: you come for no one; if someone should wake, he ...
Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely, your path struggles on through incomprehensible mankind. All the more ...
Whoever now weeps somewhere in the world, weeps without reason in the world, weeps over me. Whoever now laughs somewhere ...
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