The Poet Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

'All things to which I give myself grow rich and leave me spent, impoverished, alone' Amusing reflection of Rilke, who is usually not so self-glorifying.Whatever he gives himself to becomes richer and in the process he loses a bit of himself each time! May be, he is not thinking that way.perhaps, what he means is whenever he takes up something he enriches it till he becomes poor himself. But the key word is not 'impoverished' but 'alone' The more you you put heart and soul into an artistic project or a scientific pursuit, the more lonely you feel, deep within.

I have no one to love. I have no home. There is no center to sustain my life. All things to which I give myself grow rich and leave me spent, impoverished, alone. alone.. very fine poem. tony

Rilke - one of my favourite poets!

I have no one to love. I have no home. There is no center to sustain my life....//// greatly written about the poetic life

what shall I use my mouth to utter?

Butter! Mouth to utter! ! Muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

The solitude of the true poet...wonderfully revealed by Rilke!

This poem reveals quite clearly how absorbing a Poet's words are and his absence will make one stranded in life sure! Thanks for sharing!