Duino Elegies & The Sonnets to Orpheus A Dual-Language Edition Written by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Stephen Mitchell. Duino Elegies & The Sonnets . Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke. Shambhala Publications, Inc., Translated by Stephen Mitchell. The First Elegy Who, if I cried out, would hear me . The Ninth Duino Elegy. —Rainer Maria Rilke Why, if this interval of being can be Superabundant being wells up in my heart. (Translated by Stephen Mitchell).

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His poems of ecstatic identification with the world have exerted a perennial fascination for contemporary readers. And it was almost a girl and came to be out of this single joy of song and lyre and through her green veils shone forth radiantly and made herself a bed inside my ear.

And her sleep was everything: She slept the world. Singing god, how was that first sleep so perfect that she had no desire ever to wake? Where is her death now? Ah, will you discover this theme before your song consumes itself? Where is she vanishing? A god can do it. Our mind is split. And at the shadowed crossing of heart-roads, there is no temple for Apollo. Song, as you have taught it, is not desire, not wooing any grace that can be achieved; song is reality.

Simple, for a god. But when can we be real? When does he pour. Young man, it is not your loving, even if your mouth was forced wide open by your own voice — learn. True singing is a different breath, about nothing. A gust inside the god. Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.

Be forever dead in Eurydice — more gladly arise into the seamless life proclaimed in your song.

Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days, be the crystal cup that stepheen even as it rang. Be — and yet know the great void where all things begin, the infinite source of your own most intense vibration, so that, this once, you elebies give it your perfect assent.


Silent friend of many distances, feel how your breath enlarges all of space. Let your presence ring out like a bell into the night. What feeds upon your face. Move through transformation, out and in. What is the deepest loss that you have suffered? If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.

Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus

In this immeasurable darkness, be the power that rounds your senses in their magic ring, the sense of their mysterious encounter. And if the earthly no longer knows your name, whisper to the silent earth: To the flashing water say: I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

Every angel is terrifying. And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing. Ah, whom can we ever turn elgies in our need? Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.

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Whom would it not remain for—that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence, which the solitary heart so painfully meets. Is it any less difficult for lovers? But they keep on using each other mitchell hide their own fate. Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we stephem perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.

Yes — the springtimes needed you. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it.

A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing.

All this was mission. But could duinno accomplish it? Where can you find a place To keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you Going and coming and often staying all night.

But when you feel longing, sing of women in love; for their famous passion is still not immortal. Sing of women abandoned and desolate you envy them, almost who could love so much more purely than those who were gratified. Begin again and mtichell the never-attainable praising; Remember: But Nature, spent and exhausted, takes lovers back Into herself, as if there were not enough strength To create them a second time. For there is no place where we eelegies remain.


Listen, my heart, as only saints have listened: But listen to the voice of the wind and the ceaseless message that forms itself out of silence. It is murmuring toward you now from those who died young.

Or high up, some eulogy entrusted you with a mission, As, last year, on the plaque in Santa Maria Formosa. What they want of me is that I gently remove the appearance Of injustice about their death — which at times slightly hinders their souls from proceeding onward. Strange to see meanings that clung together once, floating away in every direction. And being dead is hard work and full of retrieval before one can stepuen feel a trace of eternity.

The eternal torrent whirls all ages elegiess in it, through both realms forever, duiho their voices are drowned out in its thunderous roar.

In the end, those who were carried off early no longer need us: Is the legend meaningless that tells how, in the lament for Linus, the daring first notes of song pierced through the barren numbness; and then in the startled space which a youth as lovely as a god had suddenly left forever, elegkes Void felt for the first time that harmony which now enraptures and comforts and helps us. No doubt about it, Rilke has at last found, in Mr. Intensely readable, yet he has not simplified the ideas. An undisputed masterpiece by one of the greatest modern poets, translated here by a master of translation.

Purchase at Barnes and Noble. When does he pour the earth, the stars, into us? Mitcyell man, it is not your loving, even if your mouth was forced wide open by your own voice — learn to forget that passionate music. What feeds upon your face grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered. Responsive Theme powered by WordPress.