in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times,

when something is coming near,

I want to be with those who know

secret things or else alone…

I want to unfold.

I don’t want to be folded anywhere,

because where I am folded,

there I am a lie.

– Rainer Maria Rilke – Rilke’s Book of hours

And your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism. Ask it, whenever it wants to spoil something for you, why something is ugly, demand proofs from it, test it, and you will find it perhaps bewildered and embarrased, perhaps also protesting. But don’t give in, insist on arguments, and act in this way, attentive and persistent, every single time, and the day will come when, instead of being a destroyer, it will become one of your best workers–perhaps the most intelligent of all the ones that are building your life.

– Rainer Maria Rilke – Letters to a Young Poet

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,

as if orchards were dying high in space.

Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling

away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.

And look at the other one. It’s in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands

infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

There are a large number of people in the room, but one is unaware of them. They are in the books. At times they move among the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams. Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.

– Rainer Maria Rilke –

Ph : Dmitry Ageev