Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

81. To Music 1/13/2003
82. Elegy I 1/3/2003
83. Dedication To M. 1/3/2003
84. On Hearing Of A Death 1/13/2003
85. Sense Of Something Coming 1/13/2003
86. Adam 1/3/2003
87. Woman In Love 1/3/2003
88. To Say Before Going To Sleep 1/3/2003
89. The Swan 1/13/2003
90. Going Blind 1/3/2003
91. Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart 1/3/2003
92. Evening Love Song 1/3/2003
93. Girl In Love 1/3/2003
94. What Survives 1/13/2003
95. Dedication 1/3/2003
96. Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
97. Early Spring 1/3/2003
98. Fear Of The Inexplicable 1/3/2003
99. Abishag 1/3/2003
100. Music 1/13/2003
101. Blank Joy 1/3/2003
102. Extinguish Thou My Eyes 1/13/2003
103. Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside 1/3/2003
104. You, You Only, Exist 1/3/2003
105. Sunset 1/3/2003
106. Loneliness 1/3/2003
107. Buddha In Glory 1/3/2003
108. Moving Forward 1/3/2003
109. I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone 1/20/2003
110. Duino Elegies: The First Elegy 1/13/2003
111. Childhood 1/3/2003
112. You, Darkness 12/27/2003
113. Death 1/3/2003
114. Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love 1/13/2003
115. As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight 1/3/2003
116. Child In Red 1/3/2003
117. Falling Stars 1/13/2003
118. Autumn 1/3/2003
119. Archaic Torso Of Apollo 1/3/2003
120. You Who Never Arrived 1/3/2003
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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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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