poet Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Childhood

It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely -and why?

We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Leela dapolkar (11/10/2018 12:01:00 AM)

    dapolkar in a way I will send you the link and hu 6se7जहँसियस2ysysyeywyte3fgwywओवरव्यूtwttwtwtet6

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  • Leela Chatterjee (5/19/2018 11:55:00 PM)

    Some of my childhood memories have completely disappeared from my life. I love this poes.

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  • Yuvraj (5/3/2018 11:35:00 AM)

    Thank you your poem is nice

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  • Casey Wambach (2/3/2018 8:46:00 AM)

    I'm doing a poem project at school and you executed your memories to perfection.

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/16/2016 9:50:00 PM)

    Haunting and sweet memoirs of childhood stored down the memory lane. Thanks for sharing it here.

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  • William H (11/23/2015 4:20:00 AM)

    There is actually a human disposition where the think of this present like it is the infinite present, and that the future will always be in the future, and the past in the past, not acknowledging this will be in our distant past and once was in the distant future. This captures this beautifully.

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  • Jagannath rao Adukuri (3/6/2006 3:57:00 AM)

    'Nothing happened to us except what happens to things and creatures'- a childhood experience of unawareness is so beautifully captured here.

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