Rainer Maria Rilke

(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)

What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands? - Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

What fields are as fragrant as your hands?
You feel how external fragrance stands
upon your stronger resistance.
Stars stand in images above.
Give me your mouth to soften, love;
ah, your hair is all in idleness.

See, I want to surround you with yourself
and the faded expectation lift
from the edges of your eyebrows;
I want, as with inner eyelids sheer,
to close for you all places which appear
by my tender caresses now.


Translated by John J.L. Mood


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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