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“Only he whose bright lyre has sounded in shadows may, looking onward, restore his infinite praise. Only he who has eaten poppies with the dead will not lose ever again the gentlest chord. Though the image upon the pool often grows dim: Know and be still. Inside the Double World all voices become eternally mild.”

Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke

Work

Sonnets to Orpheus

Sonnets to Orpheus is a poetic work that delves into the emotional depths of love and the enduring power of human emotion. The author uses the myth of Orpheus, a figure from Greek mythology known for his musical prowess and tragic love story, as a backdrop for a series of sonnets. These sonnets reflect on themes such as unrequited love, the pain of separation, and the quest for redemption. The work is characterized by its rich imagery and profound emotional resonance, offering readers a contemplative journey through the complexities of the human heart. more

Author

Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke

German poet known for his profound poetry and epistolary works. Rainer Maria Rilke's poetry style is unique, often exploring themes such as loneliness, love, and religious faith. more

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