Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Earth, is not this what you will: in us to rise up invisible? Is it, O Earth, not your dream once to… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Just as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,as if orchards were dying high in space.Each leaf falls as if it… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
And isn't the whole world yours? For how often you set it on fire with your love and saw it blaze and… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem: they might point to the catkins hanging from the empty… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
The artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Out of infinite longings rise finite deeds like weak fountains, falling back just in time and trembling. And yet, what otherwise remains silent, our… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“A complete sharing between two people is an impossibility and whenever it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a mutual agreement which… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“But this is what ... people are so often and disastrously wrong in doing: they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things. Things will not abandon you. The nights are… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
You life will find its own paths... and that they be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
I do not want to be folded for where I am folded, there I am a lie. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
