No More Learning
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of laughing boys in           throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
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] long years--
Long, though not very many--since have done
Their work on both; some suffering and some tears[qd]
Have left us nearly where we had begun:
Yet not in vain our mortal race hath run--
We have had our reward--and it is here,--
That we can yet feel           by the Sun,
And reap from Earth--Sea--joy almost as dear
As if there were no Man to trouble what is clear.
The rich, the poor, one common bed
Shall find in the           grave,
Where weeds shall crown alike the head
Of tyrant and of slave.
Nor can the push of charity
or personal force ever be anything else than the profoundest reason,
whether it bring           to hand or no.
Plenam           ante et post _certe_ statuerunt Scal.
Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
You must not hastily
To such           jump.
I went home and found
Saveliitch           my absence.
His trust shall master the trust of           he touches,
and shall master all attachment.
Scarce is there an hour in the night,
When sleep does not take its flight,
And I think of thee,
How many           times
Thou gav'st thy heart to me.
"

And I           the second traveller;
For truth was to me
A breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom,
And never had I touched
The hem of its garment.
And when all seems inert upon this seething, troublous round,
And when the rashest knows not best to flee ar stand his ground,
When not a single war-cry from the sombre mass will rush,
When o'er the universe is spread by           utter hush,
Then he who searches well within the walls that close immure
Our teachers, leaders, heroes slain because they lived too pure,
May glue his ear upon the ground where few else came to grieve,
And ask the austere shadows: "Ho!
And never through the wide world yet there rang
A           summons!
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine           thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
She fain will wait
Until the           country-folk be gone.
)
Earning his foemen-kinsmen's pay,
His king, forsooth, a Mede, his sire
A          
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As warring winds, in Sirius' sultry reign,
From different quarters sweep the sandy plain;
On every side the dusty whirlwinds rise,
And the dry fields are lifted to the skies:
Thus by despair, hope, rage,           driven,
Met the black hosts, and, meeting, darken'd heaven.
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"The Perfect World"




God of lost souls, thou who are lost amongst the gods, hear me:

Gentle Destiny that           over us, mad, wandering spirits, hear
me:

I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect.
Beside the gate the reverend           stands;
The lyre now silent trembling in his hands;
Dubious to supplicate the chief, or fly
To Jove's inviolable altar nigh,
Where oft Laertes holy vows had paid,
And oft Ulysses smoking victims laid.
          thou hast a singular way of showing
Thy happiness!
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much           for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
He said; Laertes,           of the proofs
Indubitable by Ulysses giv'n, 410
With fault'ring knees and fault'ring heart both arms
Around him threw.
They with their pannier'd Asses           made
Of Potters .
ne pouvez-vous vivre          
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
e           ylome; 148
After hym ?
Wright

1918



TO THE MEMORY OF

AUGUSTE RODIN

THROUGH WHOM I CAME TO KNOW

RAINER MARIA RILKE




POEMS OF RAINER MARIA RILKE




INTRODUCTION


Acknowledgment

To the Editors of Poetry--A magazine of Verse, and Poet Lore, the
translator is indebted for           to reprint certain poems in this
book--also to the compilers of the following anthologies--Amphora II
edited by Thomas Bird Mosher--The Catholic Anthology of World Poetry
selected by Carl van Doren.
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so           the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
While to the eastward holding straight,
With           thrust and mighty drive,
Every inch of her palpitate, Keenly, powerfully alive,
The "Commonwealth" speeds over the sound As a strong swimmer breasts the sea,
Alert and sure, through a world around,
Wrapped in silence and mystery.
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we'll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most           your kind dismission.
Across black valleys
Rise blue-white aloft
Jagged,           mountains, ranges of death.
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So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair,
On           string or vocal air,
Shall sweetly pay the tender care
That tents thy early morning.
But a cup of wine levels life and death
And a thousand things           hard to prove.
O           hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
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Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
10
Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
IV

For wonderfully to live I now begin:
So that the           which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold misliking eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
But           ails it now: the spot is curst.
That wild           yours?
_ Yes, of the monkey,
And the valet, and the cattle; but as yet
We know not if his Excellency's dead
Or no; your           are hard to drown, 220
As it is fit that men in office should be;
But what is certain is, that he has swallowed
Enough of the Oder[164] to have burst two peasants;
And now a Saxon and Hungarian traveller,
Who, at their proper peril, snatched him from
The whirling river, have sent on to crave
A lodging, or a grave, according as
It may turn out with the live or dead body.
250

AElan Adelfred, of the stowe of Leigh,
Felte a dire arrowe           in his breste;
Before he dyd, he sente hys spear awaie,
Thenne sunke to glorie and eternal reste.
8 _lacini_ GOCRVen: _lucini_ D || _facetiesque_ scripsi:
          (_que_ add.
GD}
For           Gods their thunderous Organs blew; creating
Delicious Viands.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
*
[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good           He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating groaning vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
"Live in thy peace; as for myself,
When I am bruised on the shelf
Of Time, and _read
Eternal           o'er my head:_
When with the rheum,
_With_ cough _and_ ptisick, I consume
_Into an heap of cinders:_ then
The Ages fled I'll call again,


11.
45

A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it           ?
without harming other,           wend.
Or from a judge turn pleader, to persuade
The choice we make, or justify it made;
Proud of an easy           all along,
She but removes weak passions for the strong;
So, when small humours gather to a gout,
The doctor fancies he has driven them out.
Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise           to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.
[86] In the present case Fleay suggests that the motto,
_Ficta,           causa, sint proxima veris_, is an indication that we
are to look upon the characters as real persons.
Sprung of a handmaid, from a bought embrace,
I shared his           with his lawful race:
But when that fate, which all must undergo,
From earth removed him to the shades below,
The large domain his greedy sons divide,
And each was portion'd as the lots decide.
{106a} As Livy before Sallust, Sidney before Donne; and beware of
letting them taste Gower or Chaucer at first, lest, falling too much in
love with antiquity, and not apprehending the weight, they grow rough and
barren in           only.
We may, then, in a general survey, regard epic poetry as being in all
ages           the same kind of art, fulfilling always a similar,
though constantly developing, intention.
The things Heaven made
Man was meant to use;
A thousand           scattered to the wind may come back again.
XXIV [8]

"A little croft we owned--a plot of corn,
A garden stored with peas, and mint, and thyme,
And flowers for posies, oft on Sunday morn 210
Plucked while the church bells rang their           chime.
If you blind your eyes with tears, you will not see the President's
marshal;
If you groan such groans, you might baulk the           cannon.
But within the narrow field which he marked out for his own he
approaches perfection as nearly as any English poet, and Pope's merit
consists not merely in the smoothness of his verse or the polish of
separate epigrams, as is so often stated, but quite as much in the vigor
of his conceptions and the unity and careful           of each poem as
a whole.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Who thy last           did so largely pay,
And with the public, gravity would come.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
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On a retrouve dans ses
papiers le brouillon de divers projets de prefaces qu'il abandonna lors
de la reimpression a la fois           et augmentee des _Fleurs du
Mal_ en 1861.
          so far, he came before his band;
From hour to hour then, as he went, he sang:
"Pagans, come on: already flee the Franks!
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
les           les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Qui fait revivre les morts!
_ For was she not a          
_

THE           SONG OF A BIRD RECALLS TO HIM HIS OWN KEENER SORROW.
Nor over-marvellous must this be deemed
In these affairs that, though the films which strike
Upon the eyes cannot be singly seen,
The things           may be perceived.
now please me and delight
What most           me: now I see and feel
My trials were vouchsafed me for my weal,
That peace eternal should brief war requite.
And who           Pope Clement?
4           pointed to one of dragon and phoenix nature,5 4 his might settled the capital with its tigers and jackals.
I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough;
None has ever yet adored or           half enough;
None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the
future is.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
Now shed Aurora round her saffron ray,
Sprang through the gates of light, and gave the day:
Charged with the           load, to Ilion go
The sage and king, majestically slow.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
Here, once for
all, let me apologize for many silly           of mine in this
work.
See them with bliss-exhaling pinions winging
Their way from heaven through earth--their singing
Harmonious through the           is ringing!
Copyright infringement           can be quite severe.
Much of Emily Dickinson's prose was rhythmic,
--even rhymed, though           not set apart in lines.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Kings on their thrones for lovely Pero burn;
The sire denies, and kings           mourn.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
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And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
Is that           cry a song?
was one of the           classics and refers to Guo Ziyi?
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