Poems

Rainer Maria Rilke

Description

This collection of Rilke's best novels includes some of his most magical and mysterious works. This selection includes his first poems, The Book of Pictures poems, New Poems, The Book of Hours poems, The Book of Pilgrimage poems, The Book of Poverty and Death poems.

Informations

• Publié par: Interactive Media
• Date de parution: 07 novembre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781787243378
• Langue: English

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Rainer Maria Rilke
Poems

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LONDON ∙ NEW YORK ∙ TORONTO ∙ SAO PAULO ∙ MOSCOW
PARIS ∙ MADRID ∙ BERLIN ∙ ROME ∙ MEXICO CITY ∙ MUMBAI ∙ SEOUL ∙ DOHA
TOKYO ∙ SYDNEY ∙ CAPE TOWN ∙ AUCKLAND ∙ BEIJING
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Contents
FIRST POEMS
THE BOOK OF PICTURES
NEW POEMS
THE BOOK OF HOURS
THE BOOK OF PILGRIMAGE
THE BOOK OF POVERTY AND DEATH
FIRST POEMS
EVENING
The bleak fields are asleep,
My heart alone wakes;
The evening in the harbour
Down his red sails takes.
Night, guardian of dreams,
Now wanders through the land;
The moon, a lily white,
Blossoms within her hand.
MARY VIRGIN
How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy bridegroom?
Thou callest, thou callest and thou hast forgot
That thou the same art not
Who came to me
In thy Virginity.
I am still so blossoming, so young.
How shall I go on tiptoe
From childhood to Annunciation
Through the dim twilight
Into thy Garden.
THE BOOK OF PICTURES
PRESAGING
I am like a flag unfurled in space,
I scent the oncoming winds and must bend with them,
While the things beneath are not yet stirring,
While doors close gently and there is silence in the chimneys
And the windows do not yet tremble and the dust is still heavy-
Then I feel the storm and am vibrant like the sea
And expand and withdraw into myself
And thrust myself forth and am alone in the great storm.
AUTUMN
The leaves fall, fall as from far,
Like distant gardens withered in the heavens;
They fall with slow and lingering descent.
And in the nights the heavy Earth, too, falls
From out the stars into the Solitude.
Thus all doth fall. This hand of mine must fall
And lo! the other one:-it is the law.
But there is One who holds this falling
Infinitely softly in His hands.
SILENT HOUR
Whoever weeps somewhere out in the world
Weeps without cause in the world
Weeps over me.
Whoever laughs somewhere out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
Whoever wanders somewhere in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
Whoever dies somewhere in the world