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Default Rilke, Song of the Women to the Poet

Song of the Women to the Poet
by Rainer Maria Rilke

Look, how all things open: it’s like that
with us, for we are nothing but such bliss.
What was in a beast just blood and darkness is
in us grown into soul, and it cries out

as soul continually. It cries to you.
You take it in, of course, with just your face,
like landscape: gently, without greediness.
That’s why you’re not the one it’s crying to,

so we believe. And yet are you not he
in whom we’d lose ourselves with no remainder?
Do we become, in someone, something greater?

With us, the infinite is going past.
But may you be, so we may hear it voiced,
you mouth, you who express us: may you be.


Gesang der Frauen an den Dichter

Sieh, wie sich alles auftut: so sind wir;
denn wir sind nichts als solche Seligkeit.
Was Blut und Dunkel war in einem Tier,
das wuchs in uns zur Seele an und schreit

als Seele weiter. Und es schreit nach dir.
Du freilich nimmst es nur in dein Gesicht,
als sei es Landschaft: sanft und ohne Gier.
Und darum meinen wir, du bist es nicht,

nach dem es schreit. Und doch, bist du nicht der,
an den wir uns ganz ohne Rest verlören?
Und werden wir in irgend einem mehr?

Mit uns geht das Unendliche vorbei.
Du aber sei, du Mund, dass wir es hören,
du aber, du Uns-Sagender: du sei.


Literal translation:
Song of the Women to the Poet

Look, how everything opens itself: we are like that,
because we are nothing but such bliss.
What was blood and darkness in a beast,
that has grown into soul in us and cries out

continually as soul. And it cries to you.
You, of course, take it only into your face,
as if it were landscape: gently and without greed.
And therefore we believe that it is not you

to whom it cries out. And yet, are you not the one
in whom we would wholly lose ourselves without remainder?
And do we become in someone something greater?

With us, the infinite is going past.
But may you be, you mouth, so that we may hear it,
but you, you expresser of us: may you be.
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