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“I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“If we surrendered
to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rainer Maria Rilke's the Book of Hours: A New Translation with Commentary
“I 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.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing
And are raised to the rank of prince
By the slippery ease of their light judgments
But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.
You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old, and it is not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours
“I want my own will, and I want
simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action.
And in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know
secret things or else alone...
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to be folded anywhere,
because where I am folded,
there I am a lie.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“If 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.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I live my life in growing orbits which move out over this wondrous world, I am circling around God, around ancient towers and i have been circling for a thousand years. And I still dont know if I am an eagle or a storm or a great song.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I live my life in widening circle
That reach out across the world.
I may not ever complete the last one,
But I give myself to it.

I circle around God, that primordial tower.
I have been circling for thousands of years,
And I still don't know: am I a falcon,
A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours
“So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“لا أحد يقدر أن يأتيك بالنصح أو المساعدة, لا أحد. وليس ثمة سوى درب واحد. توغل في ذاتك, وابحث عن الحاجة التي تدفعك إلى الكتابة. أنظر ما إذا كانت هذه الحاجة تدفع بجذورها في أعمق أعماق قلبك. إعترف لنفسك: هل ستموت إذا ما منعت عليك الكتابة؟ وهذا خصوصاً: إسأل نفسك في الساعة الأكثر سكوناً من ليلك: "أأنا مجبر على الكتابة حقاً؟" غص في ذاتك بحثاً عن الإجابة الأعمق. فإذا كانت الإجابة بالإيجاب, وإذا كنت قادراً على مواجهة سؤال صارم كهذا بعبارة بسيطة وقوية: "ينبغي أن أكتب", فابن في هذه الحالة حياتك بموجب هذه الضرورة. حتى في أكثر ساعاتها فراغاً وعدم مبالاة, ينبغي أن تصبح حياتك هي العلامة والشاهد على مثل هذه الوثبة.”
راينر ماريا ريلكه, كتاب الساعات: وقصائد أخرى
“You, God, who live next door--

If at times, through the long night, I trouble you
with my urgent knocking--
this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom.
I know you're all alone in that room.
If you should be thirsty, there's no one
to get you a glass of water.
I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign!
I'm right here...

Sen komşu tanrı,
Uzun geceler bazen,
Kapına vura vura uyandırıyorsam seni
Solumanı seyrek duyduğumdandır...
Bilirim, yalnızsın odanda.
Sana birşey gerekse kimse yok,
Bir yudum su versin aradığında.
Hep dinlerim, yeter ki bir ses edin,
Öyle yakınım sana...”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open. ”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I want to unfold.
I don’t want to be folded anywhere,
because where I am folded,
there I am a lie.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“How surely gravity's law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of the smallest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.

Each thing---
each stone, blossom, child---
is held in place.
Only we, in our arrogance,
push out beyond what we each belong to
for some empty freedom.

If 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 learn from the things,
because they are in God's heart;
they have never left him.

This is what the things can teach us:
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“So many are alive who don’t seem to care. Casual, easy, they move in the world as though untouched.   But you take pleasure in the faces of those who know they thirst. You cherish those who grip you for survival.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“You, yesterday’s boy,
to whom confusion came:
Listen, lest you forget who you are.

It was not pleasure you fell into. It was joy.
You were called to be bridegroom,
though the bride coming toward you is your shame.

What chose you is the great desire.
Now all flesh bares itself to you.

On pious images pale cheeks
blush with a strange fire.
Your senses uncoil like snakes
awakened by the beat of the tambourine.

Then suddenly you’re left all alone
with your body that can’t love you
and your will that can’t save you.

But now, like a whispering in dark streets,
rumors of God run through your dark blood.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“Put out my eyes, and I can see you still;
slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;
and without any feet can go to you;
and tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you
and grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true;
and if you set this brain of mine afire,
upon my blood I then will carry you.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Poems from the Book of Hours
“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 Rilke, Das Stunden-Buch
“Onto a Vast Plain"

You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees’ blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit:
now it becomes a riddle again
and you again a stranger.

Summer was like your house: you know
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.

The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves.

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“She who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth— it’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration   where the one guest is you. In the softness of evening it’s you she receives.   You are the partner of her loneliness, the unspeaking center of her monologues. With each disclosure you encompass more and she stretches beyond what limits her, to hold you.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“All who seek you
test you.
And those who find you
bind you to image and gesture.
I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
ripens what you are.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“No, my life is not this precipitous hour
through which you see me passing at a run.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Poems from the Book of Hours
“I’m too alone in the world, yet not alone enough
to make each hour holy.
I’m too small in the world, yet not small enough
to be simply in your presence, like a thing—
just as it is.

I want to know my own will
and to move with it.
And I want, in the hushed moments
when the nameless draws near,
to be among the wise ones—
or alone.

I want to mirror your immensity.
I want never to be too weak or too old
to bear the heavy, lurching image of you.

I want to unfold.
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed, I am false.
I want to stay clear in your sight.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“I 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.

Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
“No waiting the beyond, no peering toward it,
but longing to degrade not even death;
we shall learn earthliness, and serve its ends,
to feel its hands about us like a friend's.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Poems from the Book of Hours

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