THE SONNETS TO ORPHEUS by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Temple
BOOK IINTRODUCTIONTHE SONNETSRAINER MARIA RILKEROBERT TEMPLE'S WEBSITE
We are the driven ones.
But the march of time
Is but a trifle
In our perpetual enduring.

All this hastening
Will soon be done;
For only lingering
Can consecrate our being.

Young men, donít throw
Your energies into tests of
Speed or aerial flight.

Know that all is in repose:
The darkness, the brilliantly luminous,
The flower, the book.


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