Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

Simply she stands at the cathedral’s
great ascent, close to the rose window,
with the apple in the apple-pose,
guiltless-guilty once and for all
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Ornamental clouds
compose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins
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Marveling he stands on the cathedral's
steep ascent, close to the rose window,
as though frightened at the apotheosis
which grew and all at once
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Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what
invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push,
that you swung with me into the leaves?
How near I was to the exquisite fruits. But not-staying
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That's my window. This minute
So gently did I alight
From sleep--was still floating in it.
Where has my life its limit
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Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
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Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
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The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.
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That is my window. Just now
I have so softly wakened.
I thought that I would float.
How far does my life reach,
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I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice
surging forth with all my earthly feelings?
They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings
and whitely fly in circles round your face.
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