To Honour Poet Rainer Maria Rilke

To Honour Poet Rainer Maria Rilke
b. 4 December 1875
d. 29 December 1926
by Jennifer Kiley

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Rainer Maria Rilke, was a Bohemian-Austrian poet. Among English-language readers, his best-known works of poetry is the Duino Elegies; his most famous prose work is the Letters To A Young Poet. I received my first copy of Letters to a Young Poet as a present when I was in my twenties. It was an inspiration and I highly recommend it to anyone who has aspirations of poetry in their soul.

Rilke at writing desk 572 x 429

rilke holding book open 204 x 247

rilke duino elegies passage 2nd

Letters To A Young Poet passages 8 rilke

Grave of Rainer Maria Rilke at the churchyard in Raron – Swizerland

Rilke's Home in Switzerland Valis Veyras

Rilke’s Home in Switzerland Valis Veyras

Before We Are Made-Rainer Maria Rilke

17 thoughts on “To Honour Poet Rainer Maria Rilke

  1. “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~ b. 4th Dec. 1875 – d. 29th Dec. 1926


  2. A mystical romantic….I pilfer titles from lines of his poetry, often, though finding good translations these days is getting harder and harder.

    And we, who have always thought
    of happiness climbing, would feel
    the emotion that almost startles
    when happiness falls.
    (Tenth Elegy)


    • Great quote from 10th Elegy. I will have to take a closer look at that one. We all need some more mystical romantics in the world. Think of how it would improve the world 100 fold. Translations: I think you need to have a certain wealth I find a magnificent translator and have them translate all of the great poems in languages we don’t understand. That would help and a poor translator like in Cabaret would not have to work for just anyone. Good Luck to us on that problem. Now on to World Peace…and Feeding the World…That’s where the money comes in. Love. jk


  3. God bless this POET’s soul. I’ve only read bits and pieces of him
    throughout my attempt at self-education, but what I read, I liked.
    And what I read hear, I like. He sees right through our lies, and walls.

    Impromptu promptly called for. Here goes…

    When death is close; when it’s all around you –
    when it’s too close for comfort; when it’s personal –
    then it’s good to realize, it already has a piece or two of you.
    But the cup of Death never runneth over. It has room for more of you.
    Come to grips with the fact – Love argueth for the same freedom of depth

    In my world, Love wins by an inch! By a split second!
    However many ways you wish cut it. But turn it the wrong way,
    and it stings. It too, cuts like a knife. Forgive the stinger – you’re not dead yet.


      • Thank you Niamh and you are so right about Uncle Tree’s poem. Knocks me out. Just responded. I think there is a concensus that we have a great many Rilke lovers among us. He is so profound. He inspired me as I was putting it together. I felt he deserved to be honoured. I started out with the poetry and then his letters. Shawn was a great help by introducing me to him in the first place years ago. I am so delighted to discover you love of Rilke. I feel the whole experience was so psychic and transcendental. love. jk


    • Wow I am once again majorly impressed this time as well as the first time I read your comment. Your words dance around the edge of the precipice between life and death. Thankfully leaning more toward life.

      Your education is perfect. Your soul is connecting in a mainline to your muse. And words are like the OED inside your mind being called forth so readily. They arrive in full attention to fit into their place in the order they are required to fill. Such readiness of spirit to spring forth so beautifully with such meaningful verse is a gift and an art so divinely connected. I bow to you witnessing inside yourseft the genius of your mind with sculping with words what a chisel does to marble.

      There is I hope a long waiting line before I am called forth. Until then I will create as the muse sits beside me whispering instructions as to the direction I turn next. I, of course, have to play translator. She is rather playful in which way she communicates.

      Great poem and wonderful response. love and hugs jk


      • That’s a super-nice compliment, Jennifer. Thank you! ♥
        You will never be defined in a one-liner: Your complexity
        keeps you oh-so close to chaos, and I totally admire
        the way you brave it through every day. God bless you! 🙂


  4. Rilke was the poet to whom I turned when I experienced the angel in the forest. He was the only one who understood the burden and profundity of that experience. “All angels are terrible,” he said. I will be eternally grateful to his numinous mind that still transcends time and space and filled my heart with some comfort. It is to this poet that all post must aspire!


    • I reread what you have written. In all of your writings. In this message I understand the signicance of Rilke. We should talk about how this post came about. Serendipity. I followed the path. It led me to here. This we talk about privately. But only you will understand. This was all meant to happen. Rather profound isn’t even a strong enough word. It was as mysterious as anything else that happens serendiptously. There is something very powerful behind it. Our unconscious mind sometimes leads us without our full awareness. It’s when you reflect you see the shadow or the image in the mirror of what stands behind you or off to your right or left out of the corner of your eye. Something is there but it doesn’t want to be seen. Rilke was the one who cleared your vision. Enabled you to unravel the enigma. Hs work keeps his spirit “alive” and he is around you. This time I awakened him for what I thought was myself. But the day of his departing this place made the connection even more powerful. I am grateful to Rilke for rescuing you. I think he just did it again. We will discuss further. Check your message I am responding to. Last line. third word from the end. Instruct me on what you want me to do. I will edit both messages after I hear from you. We need to talk more about the content of your message. let me know when. jk


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