100 Day Project – Days 7 and 8
DAY 7 (May 17th, 2017) Into My Heart an Air That Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What sp...
DAY 7 (May 17th, 2017) Into My Heart an Air That Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What sp...
DAY 5 (May 15th, 2017) Chinese Poet Among Barbarians The rain drives, drives endlessly, Heavy threads of rain; The wind beats at the shutters, The surf drums on...
DAY 3 (May 13, 2017) Terminus It is time to be old, To take in sail:— The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Come to me in his fatal rounds, And sai...
DAY 1 (May 11, 2017 The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The ...
By chance, I learned about the 100 Day Project from a Facebook post. The idea intrigues me, so I’m going to try it. In a nutshell, the idea is to do somet...
Quoted in Lou Salome’s You Alone Are Real to Me: I stand as if blind and in total darkness because my look no longer finds its way to you. The mad rush of...
From Duino Elegies, First Elegy: Voices, voices. Listen, my heart, as before now only saints had listened, while that vast call raised them off the ground; yet ...
There is something peculiar in a small boat upon the wide sea. Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness. Wh...
A light breeze Sunshine and butterflies A thousand birds warble Won’t you sit with me, dear one, In this arbor of clematis? The Spring is lost If I cannot...
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge is Rilke’s only novel. He wrote it while living in Paris as a young writer. It contains autobiographical content and...