Rainer Maria Rilke

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

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/4/2015 11:14:00 AM)

    The Song of the Dwarf

    Maybe my soul is straight and good,
    but she's got to lug my heart, my blood,
    which all hurts because it's crooked;
    its weight sends her staggering.
    She has no bed, she has no home,
    she merely hangs on my sharp bones,
    flapping her terrible wings.

    And my hands are completely shot,
    shriveled, worn: here, take a look
    at how they clammily, clumsily hop
    like rain-crazed toads.
    As for all the other stuff,
    it's all used up and sad and old—
    why doesn't God haul me out to the muck
    and let me drop.

    Is it because of my mug
    with its frowning mouth?
    So often I would itch
    to be luminous and free of fog
    but nothing would approach
    except big dogs.
    And the dogs got zilch.

    (Rainer Maria Rilke)

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  • Elise Stettner (7/12/2014 8:16:00 AM)

    I am searching for the poem by M. R. Rilke in which he speaks about pushing thru solid rock.

  • David Creasor (8/22/2013 3:10:00 PM)

    Hi guys, I am reading a Portuguese translation from a poem that I know was written by Rainer Maria Rilke, unfortunately the title is missing. Do any of you know which poem starts something like Nothing is comparable. maybe there is something

    Thanks in advance for any help

  • Valerie Harms (4/14/2012 11:43:00 AM)

    does anyone have those lines by Rilke where he is sitting in the rich darkness expectant about the light coming?

  • Mardia Parker (3/3/2010 6:30:00 AM)

    Trying to confirm a poem or quote that is attributed to Rilke: 'In love, practice only this: letting each other go. Holding on comes easily, we don't need to learn it. Practice letting go.'

  • Jay Warier (7/19/2009 11:20:00 AM)

    'Again and Again' I reread after 25 years today. Kept me entranced again. Time has not taken any of Rilke's charm away.

  • Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun (7/15/2005 8:55:00 PM)

    Rainer Maria Rilke is my favorite poet. Upon hearing his poem, 'The Panther' I became breathless, emotional and was totally captivated by it. Every time I hear or reread that poem I am totally mesmerized by his skill.

  • Justaname Parer (5/14/2005 5:34:00 AM)

    'Autumn' is such a beautiful poem in German. Its worth reading out loud even if you don't understand all the words. All you need to remember is to pronounce the German W as an English V, the German V as an English F, and the German letter ä sounds like 'eh' or 'air' (with no R sound at the end) .

Best Poem of Rainer Maria Rilke

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.


Translated by Robert Bly

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From The Tenth Elegy

Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are:
the false silence of sound drowning sound,
and there--proud, brazen, effluence from the mold of emptiness--
the gilded hubbub, the bursting monument.
How an Angel would stamp out their market of solaces,
set up alongside their church bought to order:
clean and closed and woeful as a post office on Sunday.
Outside, though, there's always the billowing edge of the fair.
Swings of Freedom! High-divers and Jugglers of Zeal!

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