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| 1411. | Spanish Dancer by Rainer Maria Rilke | | As in one's hand a lighted match blinds you before
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every side -- so, within the ring o... |
| 1412. | The Grown-Up by Rainer Maria Rilke | | All this stood upon her and was the world
and stood upon her with all its fear and grace
as trees stand, growing straight up, imageless
yet wholly ... |
| 1413. | Parting by Rainer Maria Rilke | | How I have felt that thing that's called 'to part',
and feel it still: a dark, invincible,
cruel something by which what was joined so well
is once... |
| 1414. | The Last Supper by Rainer Maria Rilke | | They are assembled, astonished and disturbed
round him, who like a sage resolved his fate,
and now leaves those to whom he most belonged,
leaving a... |
| 1415. | Interior Portrait by Rainer Maria Rilke | | You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent ... |
| 1416. | Self-Portrait by Rainer Maria Rilke | | The steadfastness of generations of nobility
shows in the curving lines that form the eyebrows.
And the blue eyes still show traces of childhood fea... |
| 1417. | The Apple Orchard by Rainer Maria Rilke | | Come let us watch the sun go down
and walk in twilight through the orchard's green.
Does it not seem as if we had for long
collected, saved and har... |
| 1418. | Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart by Rainer Maria Rilke | | Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down
there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
(but how tiny) still one last
farmh... |
| 1419. | Early Spring by Rainer Maria Rilke | | Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
... |
| 1420. | Piano Practice by Rainer Maria Rilke | | The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues;
she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly
and put into it that sharply etched etude
her impatience f... |
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