Classic writing, modern delivery
51 poems · ~7 weeks at one per day
The essential Rilke in English—from the spare lyrics of The Book of Pictures and the famous object-poems of New Poems (The Panther, Archaic Torso of Apollo) to the mystical Book of Hours
Subscribe
Unsubscribe any time.
Evening
The bleak fields are asleep,
My heart alone wakes;
The evening in the harbour
Down his red sails takes.
Night, guardian of dreams,
Now wanders through the land;
The moon, a lily white,
Blossoms within her hand.