Rainer Maria Rilke

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

World Was In The Face Of The Beloved - Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

World was in the face of the beloved--,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.

Why didn't I, from the full, beloved face
as I raised it to my lips, why didn't I drink
world, so near that I couldn't almost taste it?

Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over.


Translated by Stephen Mitchell


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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