Rainer Maria Rilke

(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)

Death - Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,053 Points Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 8:52:00 AM)

    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.d (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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