Streets that I chanced upon, you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening… — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “You… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
but after long, rain-filled afternoons come the golden sun-drenched newer hours, before which, on distant housefronts, all the wounded windows flee fearfully with beating wings. Then it grows still. Even the rain runs more softly over the stones’ quietly darkening gleam. All noises slip entirely away into the brushwood’s glimmering buds. — Rainer Maria Rilke,… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
“We say release, and radiance, and roses,” We say release, and radiance, and roses, and echo upon everything that’s known; and yet, behind the world our names enclose is the nameless: our true archetype and home. The sun seems male, and earth is like a woman, the field is humble, and the forest proud; but… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes That was the deep uncanny mine of souls. Like veins of silver ore, they silently moved through its massive darkness. Blood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone. Nothing else was red. There were cliffs there,… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone,” A Book for the Hours of Prayer. (Riverhead Books; Eighth Printing edition April 1, 1997) Originally published 1905.
Breath, you invisible poem! Steady, sheer exchange between the cosmos and our being. Counterpoise in which I rhythmically become […] You, air, still full of places once mine, do you know me? You once my words’ sphere, leaf, and smooth rind. —Rainer Maria Rilke, first and last strophes to “Sonnet 1,” The Sonnets to Orpheus:… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke