We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.
Rainer Maria RilkeFame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.
Rainer Maria RilkeTag: fame misunderstanding
I am so afraid of people's words.They describe so distinctly everything:
And this they call dog and that they call house,
here the start and there the end.
I worry about their mockery with words,
they know everything, what will be, what was;
no mountain is still miraculous;
and their house and yard lead right up to God.
I want to warn and object: Let the things be!
I enjoy listening to the sound they are making.
But you always touch: and they hush and stand still.
That's how you kill.
Tag: inspirational rainer-maria-rilke
When I think about little girls in the moment of turning into big girls (it is no slow timid development but something strangely sudden), I always have to imagine an ocean behind them, or a grave eternal plain, or something else you don't actually see with your eyes but can only sense, and that only in the deep and silent hours. Then I see the big girls as being exactly as big as I was used to the little childlike girls being small--and Heaven above knows why, that's just how I want to see them. There is a reason for everything. But the best things that happen, after all, are the ones which hide their deeper reason with both hands, whether out of modesty or because they don't want to be betrayed.
Rainer Maria RilkeVerweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben
Rainer Maria RilkeLife is heavier than the weight of all things.
Rainer Maria RilkeIn the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I’ll reply: Eden burns.
Rainer Maria RilkeYou darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world.
Rainer Maria RilkeHis tired gaze - from passing endless bars -
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
to him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.
his supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.
but sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.
[the panther]
when you go to bed, don't leave bread or milk
on the table: it attracts the dead.
[sonnet 6]
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