Quotes From The Notebooks of Malte Laurid Brigge By Rainer Maria Rilke (3)

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 was inspired in part by the expressionistic movement.

From Book One

But, Master, were a virginal spirit to lie with innocent ear beside your sound: he would die of blessedness, or he would gestate infinite things and his impregnated brain would burst with so much birth.


It all seems so inconsequential.
The artlessness of it. I seem to forget under my moth-eaten quilts. My room is sometimes cold.
Freight cars rumble along a dreary, well-worn track. The train head bellows.
The sound measures the miles between me and it, and I wake.
And then I remember. There it is. I slept too long.

The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Briigge
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Briigge

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