Rainer Maria Rilke

Prague / Czech Republic
Rainer Maria Rilke
Prague / Czech Republic
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Before Summer Rain

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Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood

you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour

will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.

And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.
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Sachidananda Panda 18 July 2020
" The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide away from us, cautiously, as though they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying." ... Marvellous indeed... a narrative excellence... Thanks
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Adeeb Alfateh 30 May 2019
loving 10+++++++++++++++++++++++
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Adeeb Alfateh 30 May 2019
great loving- you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome: so much solitude and passion come from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour..//
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Leela chatterjee 18 July 2018
So much solitude and passion come from one voice and uncertain sunlight of long childhood hours.
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Anonymous 16 July 2018
It’s ok. It could use more excitement
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anonymus 13 June 2018
it is really beautiful and detailed. I love the clever way things are being described which makes me think of lovely memories.
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Dah Helmer 13 July 2016
The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide away from us, cautiously, as though they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying –– powerful language. Bravo, Poet! ––))
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Douglas Scotney 08 July 2016
yet 'pleuvoir' is French 'rain'; so if we pronounce 'Plover' 'Plirvwuh'
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