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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Children, Spring, Earth Day

Works of art always spring from those who have faced the danger, gone to the very end of an experience, to the point beyond which no human being can go. The further one dares to go, the more decent, the more personal, the more unique a life becomes.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Art, Spring, Unique

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Nature, Spring, Heart
Rainer Maria Rilke (1969). “Letters”

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer

Rainer Maria Rilke
Summer, Spring, Mean

In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!

Rainer Maria Rilke
Summer, Pain, Spring
Rainer Maria Rilke (2001). “Letters to a Young Poet”

It almost seems as if autumn were the true creator, more creative than the spring, which is too even-toned, more creative when it comes with its will-to-change and shatters the much too ready-made, self-satisfied and really almost bourgeois-complacent image of summer.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Summer, Spring, Autumn
Rainer Maria Rilke (1946). “Selected Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1902-1926”

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring, Advice, Depth
Rainer Maria Rilke (2010). “Letters to a Young Poet”, p.9, New World Library

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring, Blood, Giving

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth from space, and country lanes are showing these unexpected subtle risings that find expression in the empty trees.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Country, Spring, Expression

Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of such long learning she receives the prize. Strict was her teacher. The white in the old man's beard pleases us. Now, what to call green, to call blue, we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!

Rainer Maria Rilke
Teacher, Children, Spring

But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem: they might point to the catkins hanging from the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the rain descending on black earth in early spring. --- And we, who always think of happiness rising, would feel the emotion that almost baffles us when a happy thing falls.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring, Rain, Fall

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