THE SONNETS TO ORPHEUS by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Temple
BOOK IINTRODUCTIONTHE SONNETSRAINER MARIA RILKEROBERT TEMPLE'S WEBSITE
Only he may laud Without cease, who
Raised His lyre
To the departed shades.

Only He who has fed upon poppies
With the dead
Will not be made bereft
Of the least sound.

And often the reflection in the pool
Dissolves us asunder:
Know the image!

Would that the voices
In both realms might become
Unceasing and kind.


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