Ocupation: Poet
Life: December 4, 1875 - December 29, 1926
Birthday: December 4
Death: December 29
No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love. Dear girl, this: that we loved, inside us, not One who would someday appear, but seething multitudes; not just a single child, but also the fathers lying in our depths like fallen mountains; also the dried-up riverbeds of ancient mothers-;also the whole soundless landscape under the clouded or clear sky of its destiny -; all this, my dear, preceded you.
source: 1923 Duinieser Elegien, no.3 (translated by Stephen Mitchell in The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke,1989).
topic: Love, Girl, Mother, Clear Skies, Seething, Single Child