Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke Poems
|41.||Telling You All||1/3/2003|
|44.||Song Of The Sea||1/13/2003|
|45.||Song Of The Orphan||1/13/2003|
|49.||Sense Of Something Coming||1/13/2003|
|53.||Put Out My Eyes||1/3/2003|
|54.||Portrait of my Father as a Young Man||1/3/2003|
|58.||On Hearing Of A Death||1/13/2003|
|59.||Night (This night, agitated by the growing storm)||1/13/2003|
|60.||Night (O you whose countenance)||1/13/2003|
from The Tenth Elegy
Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are:
the false silence of sound drowning sound,
and there--proud, brazen, effluence from the mold of emptiness--
the gilded hubbub, the bursting monument.
How an Angel would stamp out their market of solaces,
set up alongside their church bought to order:
clean and closed and woeful as a post office on Sunday.
Outside, though, there's always the billowing edge of the fair.
Swings of Freedom! High-divers and Jugglers of Zeal!