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. Growing Old 4/3/2010
6. The Song Of The Widow 1/13/2003
7. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Iv 1/13/2003
8. The Song Of The Blindman 1/13/2003
9. The Neighbor 1/13/2003
10. My Life 4/3/2010
11. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Vi 1/13/2003
12. Losing 4/3/2010
13. The Blindman's Song 1/3/2003
14. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xxiii 1/13/2003
15. Little Tear-Vase 1/13/2003
16. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xxv 1/13/2003
17. Palm 1/3/2003
18. The Apple Orchard 1/3/2003
19. Spanish Dancer 1/13/2003
20. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xix 1/13/2003
21. The Unicorn 1/3/2003
22. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
23. Elegy Iv 1/3/2003
24. Self-Portrait 1/13/2003
25. From The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
26. Parting 1/13/2003
27. The Last Evening 1/13/2003
28. Sacrifice 1/13/2003
29. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I 1/13/2003
30. Song Of The Orphan 1/13/2003
31. Telling You All 1/3/2003
32. Greek Love-Talk 1/3/2003
33. The Wait 1/13/2003
34. Solemn Hour 1/3/2003
35. The Sonnets To Orpheus: I 1/13/2003
36. God Speaks To Each Of Us 4/3/2010
37. Night (O You Whose Countenance) 1/13/2003
38. Piano Practice 1/13/2003
39. Rememberance 1/13/2003
40. Venetian Morning 1/13/2003

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    Looking for a opposed or quote about the new year

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    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.

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    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?

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  • Charles (8/26/2018 9:21:00 PM)

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

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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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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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