“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
Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which was so new, she could not understand that it had happened. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes,” Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. Edited & Translated by Stephen Mitchell.… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
I have my dead, and I have let them go, and was amazed to see them so contented, so soon at home in being dead, so cheerful, so unlike their reputation. Only you return; brush past me, loiter, try to knock against something, so that the sound reveals your presence. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
I’m the one who’s been asking you— it hurts to ask—Who are you? I am orphaned each time the sun goes down. I can feel cast out from everything and even churches can look like prisons. That’s when I want you— you knower of my emptiness, you unspeaking partner to my sorrow— — Rainer Maria… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke