poet Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Little Tear-Vase

Other vessels hold wine, other vessels hold oil
inside the hollowed-out vault circumscribed by their clay.
I, as smaller measure, and as the slimmest of all,
humbly hollow myself so that just a few tears can fill me.

Wine becomes richer, oil becomes clear, in its vessel.
What happens with tears?-They made me blind in my
glass,
made me heavy and made my curve iridescent,
made me brittle, and left me empty at last.


Translated by Stephen Mitchell

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (5/19/2014 10:46:00 AM)

    Little tear vase wow I like it

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