Occupation: Poet Birth: December 4, 1875 Death: December 29, 1926
What we fight with is so small, and when we win, it makes us small. What we want is to be defeated, decisively, by successively greater things.
Fig tree, how long it's been full meaning for me, the way you almost entirely omit to flower and into the seasonably-resolute fruit uncelebratedly th….
the longer I live, the more necessary it seems to me to endure, to copy the whole dictation of existence to the end, for it might be that only the la….
Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the fi….
Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed..
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no po….
No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger..
We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate..
What is happening on your innermost self is worthy of your entire love..
We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible..
If we only arrange our life in accordance with the principle which tells us that we must always trust in the difficult, then what now appears to us a….
Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are..
Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings..
Let your beauty manifest itself without talking and calculation. You are silent. It says for you: I am. And comes in meaning thousandfold, comes at….
Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by..
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endless….
There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several..
You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness..
Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help..
But you, divine poet, you sang on till the end as the swarm of rejected maenads attacked you, shrieking, you overpowered their noise with harmony, an….
Everything is gestation and then birthing..