Rainer Maria Rilke

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

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

81. Solemn Hour 1/3/2003
82. Song 1/13/2003
83. Song Of The Orphan 1/13/2003
84. Song Of The Sea 1/13/2003
85. Spanish Dancer 1/13/2003
86. Sunset 1/3/2003
87. Telling You All 1/3/2003
88. The Apple Orchard 1/3/2003
89. The Blindman's Song 1/3/2003
90. The Future 1/13/2003
91. The Grown-Up 1/13/2003
92. The Last Evening 1/13/2003
93. The Last Supper 1/13/2003
94. The Lovers 1/3/2003
95. The Neighbor 1/13/2003
96. The Panther 1/3/2003
97. The Poet 1/3/2003
98. The Sisters 1/3/2003
99. The Song Of The Beggar 1/13/2003
100. The Song Of The Blindman 1/13/2003
101. The Song Of The Widow 1/13/2003
102. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I 1/13/2003
103. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Vi 1/13/2003
104. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xiii 1/13/2003
105. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xxiii 1/13/2003
106. The Sonnets To Orpheus: I 1/13/2003
107. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Iv 1/13/2003
108. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xix 1/13/2003
109. The Sonnets To Orpheus: Xxv 1/13/2003
110. The Spanish Dancer 1/3/2003
111. The Swan 1/13/2003
112. The Unicorn 1/3/2003
113. The Voices 1/13/2003
114. The Wait 1/13/2003
115. To Lou Andreas-Salome 1/13/2003
116. To Music 1/13/2003
117. To Say Before Going To Sleep 1/3/2003
118. Venetian Morning 1/13/2003
119. Water Lily 1/13/2003
120. What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space 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

Archaic Torso Of Apollo

We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

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