Rainer Maria Rilke

(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)

Rainer Maria Rilke Poems

1. A Sybil 4/3/2010
2. A Walk 1/13/2003
3. Abishag 1/3/2003
4. Adam 1/3/2003
5. Again And Again 1/3/2003
6. Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love 1/13/2003
7. Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside 1/3/2003
8. Archaic Torso Of Apollo 1/3/2003
9. As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight 1/3/2003
10. At The Brink Of Night 4/8/2015
11. Autumn 1/3/2003
12. Autumn Day 1/3/2003
13. Before Summer Rain 1/3/2003
14. Behind The Blameless Trees 3/2/2015
15. Black Cat 1/3/2003
16. Blank Joy 1/3/2003
17. Buddha In Glory 1/3/2003
18. Child In Red 1/3/2003
19. Childhood 1/3/2003
20. Death 1/3/2003
21. Dedication 1/3/2003
22. Dedication To M. 1/3/2003
23. Duino Elegies: The First Elegy 1/13/2003
24. Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy 1/13/2003
25. Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy 1/13/2003
26. Early Spring 1/3/2003
27. Elegy I 1/3/2003
28. Elegy Iv 1/3/2003
29. Elegy X 1/3/2003
30. Encounter In The Chestnut Avenue 1/13/2003
31. Eve 1/3/2003
32. Evening 1/13/2003
33. Evening Love Song 1/3/2003
34. Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart 1/3/2003
35. Extinguish Thou My Eyes 1/13/2003
36. Falconry 4/3/2010
37. Fall Day 1/3/2003
38. Falling Stars 1/13/2003
39. Fear Of The Inexplicable 1/3/2003
40. Fire's Reflection 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Rainer Maria Rilke

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.


Translated by Robert Bly

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Abishag

I
She lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,
And bound them round the withering old man,
And on him through the long sweet hours she lay,
And little fearful of his many years.

And many times she turned amidst his beard
Her face, as often as the night-owl screeched,
And all that was the night around them reached

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