rilke – praise

O tell us poet, what you do
I praise.
But the dark, the deadly, the desperate ways —
How do you endure them, how bear them?
I praise.
But the nameless, anonymous, which no word portrays — What do you call that, poet, nevertheless?
I praise
From whence is your right, your assumed role assays
To be sincere in each mask?
I praise
And you know the stillness and the passionate blaze
As a star and a storm?
Because I praise

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7 Responses to rilke – praise

  1. Bo says:

    Wow, what a powerful statement.


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  3. johemmant says:

    I love rilke, amazing writer, one of the greatest.


  4. marlowe44 says:

    In my ignorance, midst the clutter of my days, I have not yet encountered Rilke. Perhaps it is time to ferret him out, for he is a poet or fare ilk. Thanks for the lines, and the tip of the hat, and the sharing, New Father and old soul.



  5. pieceofpie says:

    high on a hill… uplifting in the midst of it all… i praise… it is important to remember… thank you… gee, haven’t thought of rilke in a long time…


  6. nande says:

    No one tells it quite like Rilke…

    Best to you and the fam.

    In praise,



  7. rick mobbs says:

    thanks for the comments. I am in complete agreement about Rilke. I ran across this fragment from his writing on Rodin when I was just out of high school and it has stuck with me, meaning more as the years go by.


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