Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

41. For Hans Carossa 1/13/2003
42. From The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
43. Girl In Love 1/3/2003
44. Girl's Lament 1/13/2003
45. God Speaks To Each Of Us 4/3/2010
46. Going Blind 1/3/2003
47. Greek Love-Talk 1/3/2003
48. Growing Old 4/3/2010
49. Heartbeat 1/13/2003
50. I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone 1/20/2003
51. I Am, O Anxious One 1/3/2003
52. Ignorant Before The Heavens Of My Life 1/3/2003
53. In The Beginning 1/13/2003
54. Interior Portrait 1/13/2003
55. Lady At A Mirror 1/13/2003
56. Lady On A Balcony 1/13/2003
57. Lament 1/3/2003
58. Lament (O How All Things Are Far Removed) 1/13/2003
59. Lament (Whom Will You Cry To, Heart?) 1/13/2003
60. Little Tear-Vase 1/13/2003
61. Loneliness 1/3/2003
62. Losing 4/3/2010
63. Love Song 1/3/2003
64. Moving Forward 1/3/2003
65. Music 1/13/2003
66. My Life 4/3/2010
67. Narcissus 1/3/2003
68. Night (O You Whose Countenance) 1/13/2003
69. Night (This Night, Agitated By The Growing Storm) 1/13/2003
70. On Hearing Of A Death 1/13/2003
71. Palm 1/3/2003
72. Parting 1/13/2003
73. Piano Practice 1/13/2003
74. Portrait Of My Father As A Young Man 1/3/2003
75. Put Out My Eyes 1/3/2003
76. Rememberance 1/13/2003
77. Sacrifice 1/13/2003
78. Self-Portrait 1/13/2003
79. Sense Of Something Coming 1/13/2003
80. Slumber Song 1/13/2003

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


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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