[lit-ideas] "Things" (Dinge) by Rainer Maria Rilke

  • From: "Richard Henninge" <RichardHenninge@xxxxxxxxxxx>
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  • Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:33:10 +0200



  One must allow things

  Their own silent

  Undisturbed development,

  That comes from deep within

  And can by nothing be forced

  Or expedited:

  Bearing is all-

  And then

  Giving birth .

  Ripening, like the tree,

  Which does not force its juices

  And is content to stand

  In the storms of spring,

  Without fear

  That after it no summer

  could come.

  It comes!

  But it comes only to the patient ones

  Who are there

  As though eternity stood before them

  So carelessly silent and wide .

  One must be patient

  Against the unresolved in one's heart,

  And try to love the questions themselves,

  Like closed rooms,

  And like books that have been written

  In a very strange tongue.

  It is a question of loving everything.

  If one loves the questions,

  One will perhaps live gradually

  Without noticing it

  One strange day

  Into the answer.


              Rainer Maria Rilke


  Translation by

  Richard Henninge

  University of Mainz

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