The Poet

Rainer Maria Rilke

O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?

How shall I pass my days? And how my nights?

I have no one to love. I have no home.
There is no center to sustain my life.
All things to which I give myself grow rich
and leave me spent, impoverished, alone.

Next 10 Poems

• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sisters
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Song Of The Beggar
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Song Of The Blindman
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Song Of The Widow
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Vi
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xiii
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: Xxiii
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sonnets To Orpheus: I
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Sonnets To Orpheus: Iv

Previous 10 Poems

• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Panther
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Neighbor
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Lovers
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Last Supper
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Last Evening
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Grown-up
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Future
• Rainer Maria Rilke : The Apple Orchard
• Rainer Maria Rilke : Telling You All
• Rainer Maria Rilke : Sunset