Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

1. At The Brink Of Night 4/8/2015
2. Behind The Blameless Trees 3/2/2015
3. Falconry 4/3/2010
4. The Song Of The Beggar 1/13/2003
5. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Vi 1/13/2003
6. The Song Of The Blindman 1/13/2003
7. The Song Of The Widow 1/13/2003
8. The Neighbor 1/13/2003
9. The Blindman's Song 1/3/2003
10. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xxiii 1/13/2003
11. Venetian Morning 1/13/2003
12. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
13. Growing Old 4/3/2010
14. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xxv 1/13/2003
15. Palm 1/3/2003
16. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Iv 1/13/2003
17. From The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
18. The Last Evening 1/13/2003
19. Losing 4/3/2010
20. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I 1/13/2003
21. For Hans Carossa 1/13/2003
22. My Life 4/3/2010
23. Song Of The Orphan 1/13/2003
24. To Lou Andreas-Salome 1/13/2003
25. Little Tear-Vase 1/13/2003
26. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xix 1/13/2003
27. The Wait 1/13/2003
28. The Unicorn 1/3/2003
29. Water Lily 1/13/2003
30. The Apple Orchard 1/3/2003
31. Elegy Iv 1/3/2003
32. What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space 1/13/2003
33. Parting 1/13/2003
34. What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands? 1/13/2003
35. Encounter In The Chestnut Avenue 1/13/2003
36. Telling You All 1/3/2003
37. Spanish Dancer 1/13/2003
38. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xiii 1/13/2003
39. Portrait Of My Father As A Young Man 1/3/2003
40. Lady On A Balcony 1/13/2003

Comments about Rainer Maria Rilke

  • 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...

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  • 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! ! ! !

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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.

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

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

  • 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)

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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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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