Category Archives: Rainer Marie Rilke

The first word that you ever spoke was: light. Thus time began. For long you said no more. Man was your second, and a frightening, word (the sound of it still shrouds us in its night), and then again you … Continue reading →

That was the strange mine of souls. As secret ores of silver they passed like veins through its darkness. Between the roots blood welled, flowing onwards to Mankind, and it looked as hard as Porphyry in the darkness. Otherwise nothing … Continue reading →

For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning. You … Continue reading →