Rainer Maria Rilke

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

poet Rainer Maria Rilke
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  • Houstonbob (8/2/2018 2:44:00 PM)

    does anyone have Rilke's poem, The Garden of Olives?

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  • Liselotte (7/9/2018 12:50:00 PM)

    I am searching a poem of Rilke, wehre God spoke to the the soul, befor beeinflusst born

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  • Ray A Burleigh (6/20/2018 3:05:00 PM)

    Thank you for having these gorgeous, sometimes indescribable poems here for us. He is trying for things just beyond our reach. What a magnificent heart! ! ! !

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  • SOBHA (4/23/2018 1:17:00 AM)

    FEATURES OF RILKE'S POETRY

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  • Catherine Clark (1/30/2018 3:40:00 PM)

    I am searching for Rainer Maria Rolke's beautiful poem written about the liquid-filled eyes of the dumb animals at the manger adoring the Christ child.

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  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:35:00 PM)

    An underappreciated artist of consummate skill. His Sonnets to Orpheus are sublime.

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/4/2015 11:14:00 AM)

    The Song of the Dwarf

    Maybe my soul is straight and good,
    but she's got to lug my heart, my blood,
    which all hurts because it's crooked;
    its weight sends her staggering.
    She has no bed, she has no home,
    she merely hangs on my sharp bones,
    flapping her terrible wings.

    And my hands are completely shot,
    shriveled, worn: here, take a look
    at how they clammily, clumsily hop
    like rain-crazed toads.
    As for all the other stuff,
    it's all used up and sad and old—
    why doesn't God haul me out to the muck
    and let me drop.

    Is it because of my mug
    with its frowning mouth?
    So often I would itch
    to be luminous and free of fog
    but nothing would approach
    except big dogs.
    And the dogs got zilch.

    (Rainer Maria Rilke)

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  • Elise Stettner (7/12/2014 8:16:00 AM)

    I am searching for the poem by M. R. Rilke in which he speaks about pushing thru solid rock.

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  • David Creasor (8/22/2013 3:10:00 PM)

    Hi guys, I am reading a Portuguese translation from a poem that I know was written by Rainer Maria Rilke, unfortunately the title is missing. Do any of you know which poem starts something like Nothing is comparable. maybe there is something

    Thanks in advance for any help

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  • Valerie Harms (4/14/2012 11:43:00 AM)

    does anyone have those lines by Rilke where he is sitting in the rich darkness expectant about the light coming?

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Best Poem of Rainer Maria Rilke

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.


Translated by Robert Bly

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Narcissus

Encircled by her arms as by a shell,
she hears her being murmur,
while forever he endures
the outrage of his too pure image...

Wistfully following their example,
nature re-enters herself;
contemplating its own sap, the flower
becomes too soft, and the boulder hardens...

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