Poetry by Rainer Maria Rilke
Archaic Torso of Apollo
by Rainer Maria Rilke
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
Somewhere to the East There's a Church
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Sometimes a man rises from the supper table
and goes outside. And he keeps on going
because somewhere to the east there’s a church.
His children bless his name as if he were dead.
Another man stays at home until he dies,
stays with plates and glasses.
So, then it is his children who go out
into the world, seeking the church that he forgot.
Love Song
by Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us
And then walks with us 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.
You Darkness
by Rainer Maria Rilke
You Darkness from which I come,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence out the world,
for the fire makes a circle
for everyone
so that no one sees you anymore.
But darkness holds it all:
the shape and the flame,
the animal and myself,
how it holds them,
all powers, all sight –
and it is possible: its great strength
is breaking into my body.
I have faith in the night.