Almost everything serious is difficult; and everything is serious.
Rainer Maria RilkeAt last, after weeks of daily fending off, you get your bearings back, and somewhat dazed you tell yourself: No, there is not more beauty here than elsewhere, and all these objects which generation after generation have continued to admire, which inexpert hands have mended and restored, they mean nothing, and are nothing and have no heart and no value; but there is a great deal of beauty here, because there is beauty everywhere.
Rainer Maria RilkeIf we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
So like children, we begin again...
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.
Mots clés poetry
Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that's all, because my branches hardly move at all near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.
Rainer Maria RilkeMots clés darkness
Aufklärung heißt nichts anderes, als die Unschuld messen mit dem Maaße der Schuld!
Rainer Maria RilkeMots clés maaße messen schuld unschuld
A world will come over you, the happiness, the wealth, the inconceivable greatness of a world.
Rainer Maria RilkeI think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.
Rainer Maria Rilkethat Rome (if one does not yet know it) has an oppressingly sad effect for the first few days: through the lifeless and doleful museum atmosphere it exhales, through the abundance of its pasts, fetched-forth and laboriously upheld pasts (on which a small present subsists), through the immense overestimation, sustained by savants and philologists and copied by the average traveler in Italy, of all these disfigured and dilapidated things, which at bottom are after all no more than chance remains of another time and of a life that is not and must not be ours. Finally, after weeks of being daily on the defensive, one finds oneself again, if still somewhat confused, and one says to oneself: no, there is not more beauty here than elsewhere, and all these objects, continuously admired by generations and patched and mended by workmen's hands, signify nothing, are nothing, and have no heart and no value; -- but there is much beauty here, because there is much beauty everywhere.
Rainer Maria Rilkeأترى وهي تُقبل على الدرب، المتنزهة،
هذه التي نحسدها، الهانئة، المتريثة؟
في منعطف الدرب ينبغي ان يحييها
سادة من الأمس، بهيون.
تحت مظلتها، بلطافة خاملة،
تستثمر الخيار العذب:
تمحي برهة أمام النور المفرط المباغتة،
ثم تسترجع الظل الذي به تستضيء.
مع تنهيدة الصديقة
يرتفع الليل كله،
السماء المنبهرة تعبرها
مداعبة وجيزة.
كما لو كانت قوة عناصرية
في الكون تصبح
ثانيةً أم
كل حب يضيع
For the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indiferent place.
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