Rainer Maria Rilke
Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke
|5.||Again and Again||1/3/2003|
|6.||Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love||1/13/2003|
|7.||Along the Sun-Drenched Roadside||1/3/2003|
|8.||Archaic Torso of Apollo||1/3/2003|
|9.||As Once the Winged Energy of Delight||1/3/2003|
|12.||Before Summer Rain||1/3/2003|
|15.||Buddha in Glory||1/3/2003|
|16.||Child in Red||1/3/2003|
|20.||Dedication to M.||1/3/2003|
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!