At The Brink Of Night Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

At The Brink Of Night

Rating: 4.9

My room and this distance,
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I am a string
stretched across deep
surging resonance.

Things are violin bodies
full of murmuring darkness,
where women's weeping dreams,
where the rancor of whole generations
stirs in its sleep . . .
I should release
my silver vibrations: then
everything below me will live,
and whatever strays into things
will seek the light
that falls without end from my dancing tone
into the old abysses
around which heaven swells
through narrow

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night
Michael Morgan 08 April 2015

As desegno does in painting, idea shows itself the most important ingredient of great poetry. This idea's a good one.

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Susan Williams 06 February 2018

He has the gift of words- -he glories in them, he gifts them to us, such magnificence.

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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 16 March 2021

Without dancing we can dance in mind when we see the starry things with beautiful mind. Many of us seek light to win in life.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 March 2021

into the old abysses around which heaven swells through narrow imploring rifts.Most deserving The Classic Poem Of The Day! Congratulations with the TCPOTD

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Hayden Schulte 16 March 2021

This is great. : )

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 February 2020

Es sind Geigenkörper voller murmelnder Dunkelheit, in denen weibliche Träume weinen, in denen sich der Grauen der ganzen Generationen im Schlaf rührt..

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Leela chatterjee 03 July 2018

A beautiful poem but very abstract.

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

Prague / Czech Republic
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