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II, 10 Book of Hours (Love Poems to God) by Rainer Maria Rilke
My favorite poem by Rilke.
“When you consider how grateful things are normally for tenderness, how such treatment breathes new life into them, indeed how (provided only they are loved) even the roughest usage affects them like a devouring caress which admittedly makes them droop but also seems to endow them with a firmness of spirit which possesses them all the more strongly as their body yields (this almost makes them in a higher sense mortal and able to share with us that melancholy which is our greatest resource) … When you think of this and recall the delicate beauty acquired by certain things wholly and intimately integrated into human life: I do not mean you have to walk through the halls of the Armeria in Madrid and marvel at the suits of armor, the helmets, daggers and two-handed swords in which the pure skill of the armourer’s craft has been transcended by a Something added to these weapons by proud and passionate use; I am not thinking of the smiles and misery secreted in jewels which have been often worn; I do not dare to think of a certain pearl in which the obscurity of its underwater world was heightened to such spiritual significance that the whole enigma of fate seemed to lament in this innocent bead; I shall pass over the intimate and moving quality, the lonely pensiveness of many things which, as I went by, affected me deeply because of the pleasing way they have settled into the human sphere. I should like to mention quickly only a few of the perfectly simple things—a needlework stand, a spinning wheel, a domestic a bible, not to speak of the mighty will of a hammer, a violin’s devotion, the good-natured eagerness of horn-rimmed spectacles. Indeed, just take those cards used so often in games of Patience and throw them on the table; instantly it becomes a focal point for sad hopes which have turned out unexpectedly.”
The Unfortunate Fate of Childhood Dolls, Rainer Maria Rilke
#57
"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".
["A walk" by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly]
Dreaming about a mountain trip with a camera.
Fog, wind and freedom.
And moments like these: 1.) Bieszczady 2.) Tatry
You have not grown old, and it is not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
Where life calmly gives out its own secrets.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“Whether it be the singing of a lamp or the voice of a storm, whether it be the breath of an evening or the groan of the ocean - whatever surrounds you, a broad melody always wakes behind you, woven out of a thousand voices, where there is room for your own solo only here and there. To know when you need to join in: that is the secret of your solitude: just as the art of true interactions with others is to let yourself fall away from high words into a single common melody.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Notes on the Melody of Things” in The Inner Sky: Poems, Notes and Dreams (via watchoutforintellect)
Two individuals who are quiet to the same degree have no need to talk about the melody that defines their hours. This melody is what they have in common in and of itself. Like a burning altar it exists between them, and they nourish the sacred flame respectfully with their occasional syllables.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poet’s Guide to Life
Rainer Maria Rilke, “You who never arrived.” The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
Cornell copying down into his journal a line from a Rilke biography: “In the letters written between 1910 and 1914 we find Rilke (continually) expressing a longing for human companionship and affection, and then, often immediately afterwards asking whether he could really respond to such companionship if it were offered to him, and wondering whether, after all, his real task might lie elsewhere.”
Kate Zambreno, Drifts (via halcynth)
“there is a great deal of beauty in the world—almost nothing but beauty.”
— A letter from Rainer Maria Rilke to Helmuth Westhoff; November 12th, 1901
poems that remind me of monet’s paintings
Monet’s Haystacks by Robert Bly
Monet’s Waterlilies by Robert Hayden
Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver
Give Me Your Hand by Gabriela Mistral
Flower-Gathering by Robert Frost
Water and Flowers by Ameen Rihani
Early Spring by Rainer Maria Rilke
Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong
[The flowers and my love,] by Ono no Komachi
Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
the poem is a dream telling you its time by Marwa Helal
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson
When Spring by Alberto Caeiro
buy me a coffee
Rilke on Love, Rainer Maria Rilke (Non-fiction / Journals, 126 Pages, Paperback, Warbler Press)
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
...Unica onda, di giorno in giorno
io ti sono mare,
di tutti i mari possibili tu il più essenziale –
conquista di spazio....
Rainer Maria Rilke
