Rilke Posters and Cards by Cliff Crego
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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:
clip autumn day 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...
.


clip of evening 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.


clip of salbit 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,...


clip initial Initial  .pdf

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


clip of susten 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—...


clip of lovesong 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.


clip of gazelle 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 Entrance  .pdf

W
hovever 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] [ Perhaps . . . ]  .pdf

P
erhaps, 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 Progress  .pdf 

A
nd 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 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.


clip of apollo 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 Cretan Artemis  .pdf

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


woman in love A Woman in Love  .pdf
T
hat 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? ...


popla leaf [ 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.


clip of apple orchard 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.


clip of inner rose 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, ...


clip remembrance 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 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 Autumn  .pdf

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


autumn Autumn [mountain version] .pdf

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


complaint 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, ...


clip of anxiousness 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 [ 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.


mountain spring [ 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.


last house [ 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 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 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.


clip of april 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.


clip of summer rain 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,..


clip autumn day 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...


clip solemn hour Solemn Hour  .pdf

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


clip osf scales The Scales  .pdf

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


clip going blind 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...


phantom spring 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.



clip death experience 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.


clip mountain 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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clip palm of hand 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 To Music  .pdf

M
usic. 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.


clip sonnet I 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.


clip sonnet III 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.


clip sonnet V Sonnets to Orpheus: V (First Part)   .pdf

Erect no monument. Let but the rose
flower each year on his behalf.
For Orpheus is.


clip sonnet VII 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.—


clip sonnet IX Sonnets to Orpheus: IX (First Part)   .pdf

Only he who has lifted his lyre
also among the shadows
may his boundless praise
possibly repay.


clip sonnet XII 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.


clip sonnet XIV [1] 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.


clip of sonnet XVIII Sonnets to Orpheus: XVIII (First Part)  .pdf

Do you hear the New, Lord,
rumbling and shaking?




clip of sonnet XIX (1) 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.


clip sonnet XXI 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!


clip sonnet XXII [1] Sonnets to Orpheus: XXII (First Part)  .pdf

But the march of Time
takes him as but a trifle
into the ever-permanent.



clip sonnet I [2] 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.




clip sonnet IV [2] 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.


clip sonnet V [2] 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.


clip sonnet X 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.


clip sonnet XIII 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.


clip sonnet XIV 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.


clip sonnet XV 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.


clip sonnet XX 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. ...



clip sonnet XXIX 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.


clip rilke poster 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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XI.1.2009
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