Poem Hunter
(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)


Poem By Rainer Maria Rilke

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

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Comments (7)

He is burning inside and no one knows how much he is suffering. Only Rilke can write like this.
why did you write this
Dis poem is the meaning of life. Thank you wizard.
You spelled nourishing wrong. LOL
Awesome and very bold write. Thanks for sharing it here.
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