Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

81. Behind The Blameless Trees 3/2/2015
82. Heartbeat 1/13/2003
83. I Am, O Anxious One 1/3/2003
84. Music 1/13/2003
85. The Wait 1/13/2003
86. Evening Love Song 1/3/2003
87. To Say Before Going To Sleep 1/3/2003
88. Song Of The Sea 1/13/2003
89. Lament 1/3/2003
90. To Music 1/13/2003
91. On Hearing Of A Death 1/13/2003
92. To Lou Andreas-Salome 1/13/2003
93. God Speaks To Each Of Us 4/3/2010
94. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
95. Woman In Love 1/3/2003
96. Going Blind 1/3/2003
97. Moving Forward 1/3/2003
98. The Sisters 1/3/2003
99. Elegy I 1/3/2003
100. The Spanish Dancer 1/3/2003
101. You, You Only, Exist 1/3/2003
102. Blank Joy 1/3/2003
103. Buddha In Glory 1/3/2003
104. Duino Elegies: The First Elegy 1/13/2003
105. Fear Of The Inexplicable 1/3/2003
106. Sunset 1/3/2003
107. Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love 1/13/2003
108. The Future 1/13/2003
109. Autumn 1/3/2003
110. Early Spring 1/3/2003
111. As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight 1/3/2003
112. Archaic Torso Of Apollo 1/3/2003
113. Loneliness 1/3/2003
114. Childhood 1/3/2003
115. The Swan 1/13/2003
116. Autumn Day 1/3/2003
117. You, Darkness 12/27/2003
118. Black Cat 1/3/2003
119. Before Summer Rain 1/3/2003
120. I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone 1/20/2003

Comments about Rainer Maria Rilke

  • Catherine Clark (1/30/2018 3:40:00 PM)

    I am searching for Rainer Maria Rolke's beautiful poem written about the liquid-filled eyes of the dumb animals at the manger adoring the Christ child.

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  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:35:00 PM)

    An underappreciated artist of consummate skill. His Sonnets to Orpheus are sublime.

  • 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

The Panther

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.

Read the full of The Panther

From The Tenth Elegy

Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are:
the false silence of sound drowning sound,
and there--proud, brazen, effluence from the mold of emptiness--
the gilded hubbub, the bursting monument.
How an Angel would stamp out their market of solaces,
set up alongside their church bought to order:
clean and closed and woeful as a post office on Sunday.
Outside, though, there's always the billowing edge of the fair.
Swings of Freedom! High-divers and Jugglers of Zeal!

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