3	Rilke Posters and Cards: Photographs and Translations by Cliff Crego Above is my online Rilke Gallery of quality 11 x 14 poster and prints, with or without frames; below is free sampler of the work you can print yourself, or send as email attachments to friends.

Other Posters in the Collection:

Autumn Day  .pdf Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Let thine shadows upon the sundials fall, and unleash the winds upon the open fields....

Evening  .pdf ...and leave you (unsayably to disentangle) your life with all its immensity and fear and great ripening, so that, all but bounded, all but understood, it is by turns stone in you and star.

Departure   .pdf ...A waving, already no longer meant for me, followed by lightly echoing waves—, all but inexplicable: a plum tree perhaps out of which a cuckoo, hastily, flew away.

Exposed on the mountains of the heart...   .pdf Exposed on the mountains of the heart. /   See, how small there, see: the last hamlet of words,...

Initial  .pdf Out of infinite longings rise finite deeds like weak fountains, falling back just in time and trembling.

A Walk  .pdf Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one, at the end of the path which I've only just begun. So we are grasped, by that which we could not grasp, at such great distance, so fully manifest—...

Love Song  .pdf And yet everything which touches us, you and me, takes us together like a single bow, drawing out from two strings but one voice.

The Gazelle  .pdf Enchanted being: how can the harmony of two chosen words ever achieve the rhyme, as with a sign, that comes and goes in you.

Entrance  .pdf Whovever you are: step out in to the evening out of your living room, where everything is so known; your house stands as the last thing before great space: Whoever you are.

[ Perhaps . . . ]  .pdf Perhaps, I'm moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like the ore does, alone; I'm already so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything getting near is turning to stone.

Progress  .pdf  And once again the depths of my life rush onward, as if they were moving in wider channels now. Things are becoming more close to me and all images more thoroughly looked upon.

Premonition  .pdf ...I already know the storms, and I'm as restless as the sea. I roll out in waves and fall back upon myself, and throw myself off into the air and am completely alone in the immense storm.

Archaic Torso of Apollo  .pdf ...Otherwise this stone would stand half disfigured under the transparent fall of the shoulders, and wouldn't shimmer like the skin of a wild animal;

Cretan Artemis  .pdf Wind of the foothills: wasn't her brow like some luminous object? Smooth fallwind of the sure-footed animals, you gave her form: ...

A Woman in Love  .pdf That is my window. I just awoke so gently. I thought, I'm floating. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin? ...

[ You, beloved, who were lost before the beginning . . . ]  .pdf You, beloved, who were lost before the beginning, who never came, I do not know which sounds might be precious to you.

The Apple Orchard  .pdf serving, full of patience, trying, like / that which all measure transcends, is still to be lifted up and offered, when one willingly, throughout a long life, wants but this one thing and grows and is silent.

The Inner Rose  .pdf Where is there for this inner an outer? Upon which hurt does one lay such fine linen? And which heavens are reflected within them, ...

Remembrance  .pdf And then you realize suddenly: that was it. You rise up and before you stands the fear and shape and prayer of a year gone by.

Lament  .pdf O How is everything is so far away and so long ago departed. I believe that the star from which I receive such glittering light has been dead for thousands of years.

Autumn  .pdf The leaves are falling, falling as if from afar, as if withered in the distant gardens of heaven; with nay-saying gestures they fall. ...

Autumn [mountain version] .pdf The leaves are falling, falling as if from afar, as if withered in the distant gardens of heaven; with nay-saying gestures they fall. ...

Complaint  .pdf ...In the past. You complained? What was it? A fallen berry of Joy, unripe. But now my whole Tree of Joy is breaking, ...

Anxiousness  .pdf  ...and the minute, that wishes to move on, is ashen and quiet, as if it knew things that, in order for them to rise out of him, one must first die.

[ I llive my life . . . ]  .pdf  I live my life in growing rings that move out over the things around me. Perhaps I'll never complete the last, but that's what I mean to try.

[ I believe . . . ]  .pdf I believe in everything not yet said. I want to liberate my most devout feelings. What no one has ever dared to desire, will become in time for me necessity.

[ I'm too alone in the world . . . ]  .pdf I'm too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make every hour holy. I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough just to stand before you like a thing, / dark and shrewd.

[ The last house . . . ]  .pdf The last house of this village stands as alone as if it were the last house in the world. // The road, that the little village cannot hold, moves on slowly out into the night.

The Panther  .pdf His gaze is from the passing of bars so exhausted, that it doesn't hold a thing anymore. For him, it's as if there were thousands of bars and behind the thousands of bars no world.

Spanish Dancer  .pdf As a wooden match held in the hand, white, on all its sides shoots flickering tongues before it flashes into flame—: within the inner circle of onlookers, hurried, hot, bright, her dance in rounds begins to flicker and spread.

Out of an April  .pdf Then it is quiet. Even the rain goes more softly over the stones' peacefully darkening shine. All sounds tuck themselves wholly away under the glistening buds of the bushes.

Before Summer Rain  .pdf All at once from the green of the park, one can't quite say, something is taken away; one feels it coming closer to the windows and being silent. Out of a grove,..

Loneliness  .pdf Loneliness is like a rain. It rises from the sea to meet the evening; from the plains, which are far and remote, it ascends to the sky, which it ever holds. And from the sky it falls upon the city...

Solemn Hour  .pdf Whoever cries now somewhere in the world, without reason cries in the world, cries about me.

The Scales  .pdf Inconstant scales of Life, always vacillating, how rarely does a facile weight dare announce itself to the soon vanishing opposite load.

A Woman Going Blind  .pdf She followed slowly and she took a long time as if something were still left to transcend; and yet: as if, after the transition, she would no longer walk, but fly...

Corpse Washing   .pdf ...The night coming through the curtainless windows was merciless. And one without a name lay there, bare and cleansed, and gave commands.

Death Experience  .pdf            ...but your far away, removed out of our performance existence, // sometimes overcomes us, as an awareness descending upon us of this very reality, so that for a while we play Life rapturously, not thinking of any applause.

The Mountain  .pdf Six and thirty times and hundred times the painter tried to capture the mountain, tore it up, then pushed on again (six and thirty times and hundred times)

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Palm of the Hand .pdf Palm of the hand. Sole, that no longer walks but on feeling. That holds itself upward and in its mirror receives heavenly roads, that themselves have journeyed far.

To Music  .pdf Music. The breathing of statues. Perhaps: The silence of pictures.You, language where all languages end. You, time standing straight up out of the direction of hearts passing on.

Sonnets to Orpheus: I (First Part)   .pdf There rose a tree. O pure transcendence! O Orpheus sings! O high tree of the ear. And all was still. Yet in the stillness new beginning, summoning, change sprang forth.

Sonnets to Orpheus: III (First Part)   .pdf A god can do it. But how, tell me, shall a man follow him through the narrow lyre? His senses are split. At the crossing of two heartways stands no temple for Apollo.

Sonnets to Orpheus: V (First Part)   .pdf Erect no monument. Let but the rose flower each year on his behalf. For Orpheus is.

Sonnets to Orpheus: VII (First Part)   .pdf Only in the fields of Praise may Complaint go, the nymphs of the plaintive spring, watching over our defeats, that they would be clear on the same rock // that carries the arch and the altars.—

Sonnets to Orpheus: IX (First Part)   .pdf Only he who has lifted his lyre also among the shadows may his boundless praise possibly repay.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XII (First Part)   .pdf ...Even when the farmer cares and toils, to that place where the seed itself transforms, he does not reach. The Earth bestows.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XIV (First Part)   .pdf We are involved with flower, grapeleaf, fruit. They speak not just the language of the year. Out of the darkness rises colorful revelation, having perhaps the shine on it of the jealousy // of the dead, who strengthen the earth.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XVIII (First Part)  .pdf Do you hear the New, Lord, rumbling and shaking?

Sonnets to Orpheus: XIX (First Part)   .pdf Even when the world swiftly changes, as the form of clouds, all things completed fall back into the Primordial.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XXI (First Part)  .pdf O, what her teacher taught her, such plenitude, and that which is pressed into roots and long heavy, twisted trunks: she sings, she sings!

Sonnets to Orpheus: XXII (First Part)  .pdf But the march of Time takes him as but a trifle into the ever-permanent.

Sonnets to Orpheus: I (Second Part)   .pdf Breathing, you invisible poem! Ceaselessly going round your own Being pure exchanged worldspace. Counterpoise, in which I rhythmically reclaim myself.

Sonnets to Orpheus: IV (Second Part)   .pdf O this is the creature that does not exist. They knew nothing and yet without a doubt —his gait, his posture, his neck, down to the silent light of his gaze—they had loved.

Sonnets to Orpheus: V (Second Part)   .pdf ...We, the violent ones, we last longer. But when, in which of all lives, are we finally open and receivers.

Sonnets to Orpheus: X (Second Part)  .pdf Words gently end at the edge of the Unsayable . . . And Music, ever new, out the most trembling of stones, builds in unusable space its deified house.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XIII (Second Part)   .pdf Be ahead of all departure, as if it were already behind you, like the winter which is almost over. For among winters there is one so endlessly winter, that, wintering through it, may your heart survive.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XIV (Second Part)  .pdf See the flowers, they who are true to the earthly, to whom we lend Fate from Fate's edge,— but who knows! when they their faded ones repent, is it left to us, to be the repenter for them.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XV (Second Part)  .pdf O fountain mouth, giver, you mouth which speaks inexhaustibly of that one, pure thing,— you, mask of marble placed before the water's flowing face.

Sonnets to Orpheus: XX (Second Part)  .pdf Between the stars, how far; and yet, as one learns     from that which is close, between how many things still further. One, for instance, a child . . .

Sonnets to Orpheus: XVI (Second Part)  .pdf Torn away from us again and again is the god of the place which heals. We are sharp-edged, for we have to know, but he is [un]divided and serene. ...

Sonnets to Orpheus: XXIX (Second Part)  .pdf ...And when the earthly has forgotten you, say to the quiet land: I flow. And to the rushing waters speak: I am.

The Rilke Website Poster   .pdf

The following sets of the Sonnets to Orpehus Posters featured above are also available:

(1) Sonnets to Orpheus: a selection of 11 poems from the FIRST PAR9 (756 K)

(2)aSonnets to Orpheus: a selection of 9 poems from the SECOND PART (628 K)

(3) Sonnets to Orpheus: a selection of 21 poems from the FIRST and SECOND PARTe(1.3 MB)
(3)also avai

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