Rainer Maria Rilke
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|
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!