Palm (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk only on feelings. That faces upward and in its mirror ...
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 ...
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. ...
Suddenly, from all the green around you, something-you don't know what-has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, ...
We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death does not deal with us. We have no reason to show death ...
Strange violin, why do you follow me? In how many foreign cities did you speak of your lonely nights and ...
O hour of my muse: why do you leave me, Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight? Alone: what ...
He felt the entrance's green darkness wrapped cooly round him like a silken cloak that he was still accepting and ...
The future: time's excuse to frighten us; too vast a project, too large a morsel for the heart's mouth. Future, ...
As once the winged energy of delight carried you over childhood's dark abysses, now beyond your own life build the ...
They are assembled, astonished and disturbed round him, who like a sage resolved his fate, and now leaves those to ...
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and ...
Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting still has a shape in the kindgdom of transformation. When something's let ...
Rose, you majesty-once, to the ancients, you were just a calyx with the simplest of rims. But for us, you ...
The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. It seems that things ...
She sat just like the others at the table. But on second glance, she seemed to hold her cup a ...
In the years when we were all children, this inclining to be alone so much was gentle; others' time passed ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push, that you ...
And night and distant rumbling; now the army's carrier-train was moving out, to war. He looked up from the harpsichord, ...
I am blind, you out there -- that is a curse, against one's will, a contradiction, a heavy daily burden. ...
I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, ...
In some summers there is so much fruit, the peasants decide not to reap any more. Not having reaped you, ...
Extinguish Thou my eyes:I still can see Thee, deprive my ears of sound:I still can hear Thee, and without feet ...
(From the diaries of Malte Laurids Brigge) You, whom I do not tell that all night long I lie weeping, ...
Windows pampered like princes always see what on occasion deigns to trouble us: the city that, time and again, where ...
Call to me to the one among your moments that stands against you, ineluctably: intimate as a dog's imploring glance ...
Take me by the hand; it's so easy for you, Angel, for you are the road even while being immobile. ...
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