Sonnets to Orpheus, No. 9

Complete poem by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)

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Only you, who dare to lift the lyre

inside the inner labyrinth and maze,

will find the pathway back into the light

of endless gratefulness and praise.

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Only you, who on death’s bitter flowers

have slept and fed,

will sing a living song

to what was given up for dead.

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What shimmers on the pane between the worlds

will quickly slip away;

internalize what you behold.

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When born of these two realms

our words and ways

become more valuable than gold.

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