Rainer Maria Rilke

Prague / Czech Republic
Rainer Maria Rilke
Prague / Czech Republic
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The Song Of The Beggar

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I am always going from door to door,
whether in rain or heat,
and sometimes I will lay my right ear in
the palm of my right hand.
And as I speak my voice seems strange as if
it were alien to me,

for I'm not certain whose voice is crying:
mine or someone else's.
I cry for a pittance to sustain me.
The poets cry for more.

In the end I conceal my entire face
and cover both my eyes;
there it lies in my hands with all its weight
and looks as if at rest,
so no one may think I had no place where-
upon to lay my head.


Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
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COMMENTS
Dr Antony Theodore 08 February 2020
Am Ende verstecke ich mein ganzes Gesicht und bedecke beide Augen; dort liegt es mit all seinem Gewicht in meinen Händen und sieht aus, als ob es in Ruhe wäre, traurig. a sehr gutes Gedicht. tony
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Michael Walker 16 January 2020
The poet has empathy towards the beggar and homeless people. Such unfortunate people are not to be scorned. That's why I like this poem.
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