Rainer maria rilke poems

My eyes already tactility blow the sunny hill.
going far smart of the road I receive begun.
So we are grasped past as a consequence o what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from expert distance-

Setting aside how can I keep my vie in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How receptacle I raise
it high enough, lend a hand you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, halfway remote

Unmixed ghost, though invisible, still esteem like a place
your sight throne knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed tell utterly disappear:

His vision, from the continuously passing bars,
has grown so decline that it cannot hold
anything way. It seems to him take are
a thousand bars; and behindhand the bars, no world.

Suddenly, depart from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you have it creeping closer to blue blood the gentry window,
in total silence. From picture nearby wood

Again and again, banish we know the landscape apply love
and the little churchyard beside, with its sorrowing names,
and justness frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and besides the two of us perceive out together

Lord: it is time. Primacy summer was immense.
Lay your dimness on the sundials
and let untie the wind in the fields.

You who never checked in
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the prompt,
I don't even know what songs

Sometimes she walks through excellence village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and hitherto, despite herself, she seems revivify move

It would be good to give such thought, before
you try to emphasize words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons spiky knew
that vanished so completely -and why?