It sometimes happens that my hands grow conscious of each other, or else my weary face takes refuge in them. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Second Elegy,” The Divine Elegies. (W. W. Norton & Company; 1 edition June 17, 2006) Originally published 1923.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. — Rainer Maria Rilke
I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you,… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The First Elegy,” The Duino Elegies. (Insel-Verlag 1923)
The Vale of Soul-Making 