Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Comments about Rainer Maria Rilke

  • Elisabeth Steichen (11/14/2018 5:33:00 PM)

    where is you don't have to understand life listed

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  • Susan Carr (10/4/2018 2:34:00 PM)

    I'm looking for a poem that includes the wonderful line: and God explodes from his hiding place.

  • lilie (9/19/2018 11:34:00 AM)

    what is the Rilke poem about a couple in love but not totally blended....united but separated at the same time...

  • Eric Buttonwood (8/30/2018 4:11:00 AM)

    What is the Rilke poem about the old men of the sea who have survived manifestations of the feminine, harpies, gorgons, sirens, and now live crippled, defeated and in awe?

  • Charles (8/26/2018 9:21:00 PM)

    Liselotte, I think maybe God speaks to each of us is the one which you seek.

  • Houstonbob (8/2/2018 2:44:00 PM)

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

  • 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

  • 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! ! ! !

  • SOBHA (4/23/2018 1:17:00 AM)

    FEATURES OF RILKE'S POETRY

  • 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.

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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