It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation…. Loving does not at first… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Someday if I lose you, how will you sleep without my whispering above you like the linden’s branches? Without my lying here awake and placing words, almost like eyelids, on your breasts, your limbs, your lips. Without my closing you and leaving you alone with what is yours like a garden with a mass of… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
I call on Fate to give me back my soul. — Friedrich Hölderlin, from “Hypernion,” Hyperion and Selected PI call on Fate to give me back my soul. — Friedrich Hölderlin, from “Hypernion,” Hyperion and Selected Poems: Friedrich Hlderlin. (Continuum, August 1, 1990) Originally published 1797.oems: Friedrich Hlderlin. (Continuum, August 1, 1990) Originally published 1797.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more, ― Franz Kafka, The Castle. (Schocken; 60544th edition, December 15, 1998)… Continue reading Franz Kafka
Now the hour bends down and touches me with its clear, metallic ring: my senses tremble. The feeling forms: I can— and I grasp the malleable day. Nothing was complete before I saw it, all becoming stood still. My eyes are ripe, and whatever they desire approaches like a bride. Nothing is too small: against… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. Anita Barrows & Joanna… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke