My Life

My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.

No desire opens me: I am full,
I never close myself with refusal-
in the rhythm of my daily soul
I do not desire-I am moved;

by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real:
into my body at the bottom of the water
I attract the beyonds of mirrors...

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Comments (5)

The concern and care of a mother for the welfare and happiness of her child has been described in a wonderful manner in this great poem penned in a superb style by the great poetess. Thanks for sharing it here.
The poem describes how deeply a mother is concerned with the welfare of her child. Nice work. Sleep, sleep, my beloved, without worry, without fear, although I do not rest.
Although i do not rest! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
...May my flesh slumber in you, my worry, my trembling. In you, may my eyes close and my heart sleep... wonderful poem.
always i love your style.
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