Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

81. Lament 1/3/2003
82. Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy 1/13/2003
83. The Swan 1/13/2003
84. Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart 1/3/2003
85. Woman In Love 1/3/2003
86. To Say Before Going To Sleep 1/3/2003
87. Dedication To M. 1/3/2003
88. I Am, O Anxious One 1/3/2003
89. What Survives 1/13/2003
90. Heartbeat 1/13/2003
91. Girl In Love 1/3/2003
92. On Hearing Of A Death 1/13/2003
93. Adam 1/3/2003
94. Early Spring 1/3/2003
95. Evening Love Song 1/3/2003
96. Dedication 1/3/2003
97. Extinguish Thou My Eyes 1/13/2003
98. Fear Of The Inexplicable 1/3/2003
99. Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
100. Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside 1/3/2003
101. You, You Only, Exist 1/3/2003
102. Music 1/13/2003
103. Abishag 1/3/2003
104. Sunset 1/3/2003
105. Blank Joy 1/3/2003
106. Moving Forward 1/3/2003
107. I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone 1/20/2003
108. Buddha In Glory 1/3/2003
109. You, Darkness 12/27/2003
110. Duino Elegies: The First Elegy 1/13/2003
111. Loneliness 1/3/2003
112. Childhood 1/3/2003
113. Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love 1/13/2003
114. Autumn 1/3/2003
115. As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight 1/3/2003
116. Archaic Torso Of Apollo 1/3/2003
117. Falling Stars 1/13/2003
118. Death 1/3/2003
119. Autumn Day 1/3/2003
120. Child In Red 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

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Slumber Song

Some day, if I should ever lose you,
will you be able then to go to sleep
without me softly whispering above you
like night air stirring in the linden tree?

Without my waking here and watching
and saying words as tender as eyelids
that come to rest weightlessly upon your breast,
upon your sleeping limbs, upon your lips?

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