Tag Archives: Rainer Maria Rilke

The last house of this village

Posted on January 9, 2011 by Michaela

The last house of this village stands as alone as if it were the last house in the world. The road, that the little village cannot hold, moves on slowly out into the night. The little village is but a … Continue reading →

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I am too much alone in this world

Posted on January 7, 2011 by Michaela

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing,  dark and smart. I want … Continue reading →

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The Panther

Posted on December 18, 2010 by Michaela

His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else.  It seems to him there are a thousand bars, and behinbd the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and … Continue reading →

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You, you only exist

Posted on December 11, 2010 by Michaela

You, you only, exist. We pass away, till at last, our passing is so immense that you arise: beautiful moment, in all your suddenness, arising in love, or enchanted in the contraction of work. To you I belong, however time … Continue reading →

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Love Song

Posted on September 15, 2010 by Michaela

A poem by R.M.Rilke How shall I hold on to my soul, so that it does not touch yours? How shall I lift it gently up over you on to other things? I would so very much like to tuck … Continue reading →

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Buddha in Glory

Posted on September 13, 2010 by Michaela

by Rainer M Rilke Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet– all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your … Continue reading →

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I am, O Anxious One

Posted on August 17, 2010 by Michaela

A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke I am, O Anxious One. Don’t you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitely fly in circles round your face. … Continue reading →

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