Rainer Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)
Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke
|66.||Night (O you whose countenance)||1/13/2003|
|67.||Night (This night, agitated by the growing storm)||1/13/2003|
|68.||On Hearing Of A Death||1/13/2003|
|72.||Portrait of my Father as a Young Man||1/3/2003|
|73.||Put Out My Eyes||1/3/2003|
|77.||Sense Of Something Coming||1/13/2003|
Some day, if I should ever lose you,
will you be able then to go to sleep
without me softly whispering above you
like night air stirring in the linden tree?
Without my waking here and watching
and saying words as tender as eyelids
that come to rest weightlessly upon your breast,
upon your sleeping limbs, upon your lips?