List of poems from the book of hours

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This is a list of poems that the Hours are included. This is a volume of poetry by Rainer Maria Rilke that was published in 1905.

The book of monastic life

title Emergence
The hour draws to a close and touches me September 20, 1899
I live my life in growing rings September 20, 1899
I have many brothers in sutans September 20, 1899
We are not allowed to paint you on our own September 20, 1899
I love my being's dark hours September 22, 1899
You, neighbor God, if I have you sometimes September 22, 1899
If only it were so very quiet for once September 22, 1899
I'm living now that the century is drawing to a close September 22, 1899
I read it from your word September 22, 1899
The pale Abel boy says: I am not. The brother did something to me September 22, 1899
You darkness I come from September 22, 1899
I believe in anything never said before September 22, 1899
I am too alone in the world and yet not alone enough September 22, 1899
You see, I want a lot September 22, 1899
We build on you with trembling hands September 22, 1899
From the fact that someone once wanted you September 22, 1899
Who of his life many contradictions September 22, 1899
Why are my hands wrong in the brushes? September 24, 1899
I am, you more fearful. Do not you hear me September 24, 1899
My life is not this steep hour September 24, 1899
If I grew up somewhere September 24, 1899
I find you in all of these things September 24, 1899
Voice of a young brother: I'm slipping away, I'm slipping away September 24, 1899
See, God, a new one is coming to build you September 24, 1899
I love you, you gentlest law September 26, 1899
We are workers: squires, disciples, masters September 26, 1899
You are great that I am no longer September 26, 1899
So many angels are looking for you in the light September 26, 1899
Those were Michelangelo's days September 26, 1899
The branch of the tree god that reaches across Italy September 26, 1899
Then she also was raised to fruit Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
But as if the load had the fruit hangers Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
That's how they were painted; especially one September 26, 1899
With a branch that was never like it September 26, 1899
I can't believe little death September 26, 1899
What will you do god when i die? September 26, 1899
You're the whispering soot September 27, 1899
To the young brother: You, boy yesterday, to whom the confusion came September 29, 1899
To the young brother: Then pray as he teaches you September 29, 1899
I have hymns that I keep silent September 29, 1899
God how do I understand your hour September 29, 1899
Everyone who wakes their hands September 30, 1899
The name is like a light to us September 30 or October 1, 1899
Your very first word was: light October 1, 1899
You come and go. The doors are falling October 1, 1899
You are the deepest that towered October 1, 1899
I know: you are the enigmatic one October 1, 1899
Such is my day's work, above that October 1, 1899
You many unoccupied cities Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
I come home from my wings October 1, 1899
You are only caught in the act October 1, 1899
My life has the same dress and hair October 2, 1899
And God commands me to write October 2, 1899
A thousand theologians turned up October 2, 1899
The poets have scattered you October 2, 1899
There is seldom sun in Sobór October 2, 1899
Then I entered as a pilgrim October 2, 1899
Like the guardian in the vineyards Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
God only speaks to everyone before he makes him October 4, 1899
I was with the oldest monks, the painters and those who reported myths October 4, 1899
You darkening ground, patiently you bear the walls October 4, 1899
I only woke up like this as a child October 5, 1899
That I wasn't a while ago October 5, 1899
The light in the top of your tree makes noise October 10, 1899
You willing, and your grace came October 12, 1899
An hour from the edge of the day October 14, 1899
And yet: happens to me October 14, 1899

The book of the pilgrimage

title Emergence
You are not surprised by the force of the storm September 18, 1901
I pray again, you illustrious one September 18, 1901
I am still the same one who knelt September 18, 1901
You eternal, you showed yourself to me September 18, 1901
My praying is not blasphemy to you September 18, 1901
And his care is like a nightmare to us September 18, 1901
Extinguish my eyes: I can see you Summer 1897
And my soul is a woman of yours September 18, 1901
You are the heir September 18, 1901
And you inherit the green September 18, 1901
I'm just one of your very little guys September 19, 1901
And yet, although everyone strives for himself September 19, 1901
You are the old man with the hair September 19, 1901
Rumors that suspect you September 19, 1901
All who seek you try you September 19, 1901
When something falls from my window September 19, 1901
You mean humility. Faces September 19, 1901
The last house is in this village September 19, 1901
Sometimes someone gets up at dinner September 19, 1901
Night watchman is amazing September 19, 1901
Do you know of those saints, sir? September 20, 1901
You are the future, big dawn September 20, 1901
You are the monastery of the wound marks September 20, 1901
The kings of the world are old September 20, 1901
Everything will be big and huge again September 20, 1901
You too will be great. Bigger than one September 20, 1901
It won't be quiet in the houses, be it September 20, 1901
So I don't want to go to you: from strange thresholds September 20, 1901
God, I want to be a lot of pilgrims September 20, 1901
During the day you are hearsay September 20, 1901
A pilgrimage morning. From the hard bearings September 21, 1901
The red barberries are already ripening September 22, 1901
You don't have to worry, God. They say: mine September 24, 1901
In deep nights I'll dig you, you darling September 25, 1901

The book of poverty and death

title Emergence
Maybe that I walk through heavy mountains April 13, 1903
You mountain blied when the mountains came Verses 1-14: April 13, 1903, Verses 15-24: April 14, 1903
Make me the guardian of your vastness April 14, 1903
Because, Lord, the big cities are April 14, 1903
There live people, white, pale ones April 15, 1903
O Lord, give each one his own death April 15, 1903
Because we are only the bowl and the leaf April 16, 1903
Lord: We are poorer than the poor animals April 16, 1903
Make one great, Lord, make one great April 16, 1903
Let the last sign be done to us April 16, 1903
I want to praise him. Like an army April 16, 1903
And let both voices accompany me April 17, 1903
The big cities are not true; they deceive April 17, 1903
Because gardens are - built by kings April 17, 1903
Then I also saw palaces that are alive April 17, 1903
You are not. They are just the non-rich April 17, 1903
Because poverty is a great glow from within April 17, 1903
You are the poor, you are the destitute April 18, 1903
You who know, and his vast knowledge April 18, 1903
Look at them and see what is like them April 18, 1903
You are so quiet; they are almost like things April 18, 1903
And see how life goes on in your feet April 19, 1903
And their hands are like women's April 19, 1903
Your mouth is like the mouth on a bust April 19, 1903
And her voice comes from far away April 19, 1903
And when they sleep, they are like everything April 19, 1903
And see: her body is like a bridegroom April 19, 1903
Because see: they will live and multiply April 19, 1903
Only take them back out of the cities guilt April 19, 1903
The poor house is like an altar shrine April 19, 1903
But the cities only want theirs April 19, 1903
And your poor suffer from these April 19, 1903
O where is he who is made of property and time Verses 1-7: April 19, 1903, from verse 8: April 20, 1903
O where did he, the clear one, sound like? April 20, 1903

literature

  • Complete works , 7 volumes, ed. from the Rilke archive in connection with Ruth Sieber-Rilke, obtained by Ernst Zinn . Insel Verlag, Frankfurt am Main 1955–1966 (Vol. 1–6), 1997 (Vol. 7)