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
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
Works of art are of an infinite loneliness … nothing so little to be reached as with criticism. Only love can grasp and hold and be just toward them. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet. (Dover Publications May 8, 2002) Originally published 1929.
[…] there are poets who learn from you to say, what you, in your aloneness, are; and they learn through you to live distantness, as the evenings through the great stars become accustomed to eternity. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Girls,” The Book of Images transl. by Edward Snow (North Point Press, 1994)
You Who Never Arrived You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities,… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke