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 Widow 1/13/2003
5. Growing Old 4/3/2010
6. The Song Of The Blindman 1/13/2003
7. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Vi 1/13/2003
8. The Neighbor 1/13/2003
9. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Iv 1/13/2003
10. The Song Of The Beggar 1/13/2003
11. The Last Evening 1/13/2003
12. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xxv 1/13/2003
13. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xxiii 1/13/2003
14. Losing 4/3/2010
15. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
16. Palm 1/3/2003
17. My Life 4/3/2010
18. Song Of The Orphan 1/13/2003
19. Spanish Dancer 1/13/2003
20. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xix 1/13/2003
21. Lady On A Balcony 1/13/2003
22. Parting 1/13/2003
23. The Blindman's Song 1/3/2003
24. Venetian Morning 1/13/2003
25. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I 1/13/2003
26. For Hans Carossa 1/13/2003
27. Encounter In The Chestnut Avenue 1/13/2003
28. Telling You All 1/3/2003
29. To Lou Andreas-Salome 1/13/2003
30. Greek Love-Talk 1/3/2003
31. Solemn Hour 1/3/2003
32. Night (O You Whose Countenance) 1/13/2003
33. What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands? 1/13/2003
34. Piano Practice 1/13/2003
35. Elegy Iv 1/3/2003
36. Little Tear-Vase 1/13/2003
37. From The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
38. The Poet 1/3/2003
39. The Spanish Dancer 1/3/2003
40. The Apple Orchard 1/3/2003

Comments about Rainer Maria Rilke

  • 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)

  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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?

  • Mardia Parker (3/3/2010 6:30:00 AM)

    Trying to confirm a poem or quote that is attributed to Rilke: 'In love, practice only this: letting each other go. Holding on comes easily, we don't need to learn it. Practice letting go.'

  • Jay Warier (7/19/2009 11:20:00 AM)

    'Again and Again' I reread after 25 years today. Kept me entranced again. Time has not taken any of Rilke's charm away.

  • Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun (7/15/2005 8:55:00 PM)

    Rainer Maria Rilke is my favorite poet. Upon hearing his poem, 'The Panther' I became breathless, emotional and was totally captivated by it. Every time I hear or reread that poem I am totally mesmerized by his skill.

  • Justaname Parer (5/14/2005 5:34:00 AM)

    'Autumn' is such a beautiful poem in German. Its worth reading out loud even if you don't understand all the words. All you need to remember is to pronounce the German W as an English V, the German V as an English F, and the German letter ä sounds like 'eh' or 'air' (with no R sound at the end) .

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

Read the full of A Walk

Abishag

I
She lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,
And bound them round the withering old man,
And on him through the long sweet hours she lay,
And little fearful of his many years.

And many times she turned amidst his beard
Her face, as often as the night-owl screeched,
And all that was the night around them reached

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