DEATH - by Rilke

[writnpage]

Death
Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.
My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.
Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.
Written in December 1926, this poem was the last
entry in Rilke's notebook, less than two weeks before his
death at age 51.

 

[DaveB]

Please keep posting Rilke. I never heard of him before you posted one of his poems a couple days ago, but I am enjoying his writings more and more every time I read them!!
Thank you!

 

[writnpage]

SO glad you like Rilke..but silly willy...NOODLES started the trend of introducing Rilke's works here...so glad he thought about it

)
I'll definately post more of Rilke from time to time. He's so sensitive, isn't he?
Luvs,
-Amina
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen

 

[Noodle]

I'll post Rilke till the cows come home, just for you Dave

 

[Noodle]

bump, just because.