Rainer Maria Rilke
Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke
|41.||Girl in Love||1/3/2003|
|43.||God Speaks To Each Of Us||4/3/2010|
|48.||I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone||1/20/2003|
|49.||I Am, O Anxious One||1/3/2003|
|50.||Ignorant Before the Heavens of My Life||1/3/2003|
|51.||In The Beginning||1/13/2003|
|53.||Lady At A Mirror||1/13/2003|
|54.||Lady On A Balcony||1/13/2003|
|56.||Lament (O how all things are far removed)||1/13/2003|
|57.||Lament (Whom will you cry to, heart?)||1/13/2003|
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!