All things want to float.
Rainer Maria RilkeMots clés poets poetry-quotes
أتوسل إليك، أن تتخلى عن كل هذا. أنت تتطلع إلى الخارج، وإلى كل الأفعال التى لابد أن لا تفعلها الآن. لن يستطيع أى أحد أن ينصحك أو أن يساعدك، لا أحد. يوجد وسيلة وحيدة فقط. اذهب إلى داخل نفسك. اكتشف الدافع الذى يأمرك بالكتابة، افحص ما إذا كان يضرب جذوره فى أعمق مكان من قلبك، اكتشف لنفسك ما إذا كنت ستموت أم لا لو أنك حرمت من الكتابة. وقبل كل شىء، اسأل نفسك فى أحلك ساعات الليل، ألابد أن اكتب؟ احفر عميقاً فى نفسك بحثاً عن اجابة عميقة. وإذا ما كانت الإجابة إيجابية على السؤال، لو أجبت على هذا السؤال المقدس ب "لابد" قوية وبسيطة، شيّد حياتك إذاً بناء على هذه الضرورة
Rainer Maria RilkeI love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Mots clés solitude reflection understanding
For here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
I would describe myself like a landscape I’ve studied at length, in detail; like a word I’m coming to understand; like a pitcher I pour from at mealtime; like my mother’s face; like a ship that carried me when the waters raged.
Rainer Maria RilkeO shooting star
that fell into my eyes and through my body-:
not to forget you. To endure.
Mots clés inspirational
His gaze is from the passing of bars
so exhausted, that it doesn't hold a thing anymore.
For him, it's as if there were thousands of bars
and behind the thousands of bars no world.
The sure stride of lithe, powerful steps,
that around the smallest of circles turns,
is like a dance of pure energy about a center,
in which a great will stands numbed.
Only occasionally, without a sound, do the covers
of the eyes slide open—. An image rushes in,
goes through the tensed silence of the frame—
only to vanish, forever, in the heart.
- The Panther
Books inviting us to read, on the bookshelves stand.
Piers for bridges that will lead, into Fairyland.
How they are all about, these gentlemen
In chamberlains' apparel, stocked and laced,
Like night around their order's star and gem
And growing ever darker, stony-faced,
And these, their ladies, fragile, wan, but propped
High by their bodice, one hand loosely dropped,
Small like its collar, on the toy King-Charles:
How they surround each one of these who stopped
To read and contemplate the objects d'art,
Of which some pieces still are theirs, not ours.
Whit exquisite decorum they allow us
A life of whose dimensions we seem sure
And which they cannot grasp. They were alive
To bloom, that is be fair; we, to mature,
That is to be of darkness and to strive.
Mots clés poetry introspection maturity rilke rainer-maria-rilke in-the-hall
we want it visible
to show
when even the most
visible joy
will reveal itself
only when we have
transformed it within.
there’s nowhere, my love, the
world can exist
expect within.
Mots clés love poetry joy poet
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