#marielle sutherland

[aerizusa]

All the immense images in me, landscapes learned from a distance, cities and towers and bridges and unexpected turns in the ways, and the full force of those lands that once grew intertwined with the gods: all these rise in me, signifying you, my eternal eluder.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

You are the essence deep in things, holding its ultimate word silent in your ban, the unchanging face of endless change, revealed to coastland as the ship, to ship as land.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

We do not love, you see, like flowers, for a year; our love sends the immemorial sap mounting into our arms.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

How may I hold my soul that it refrain from touching yours? How may I lift it clear beyond the thought of you to other things? Oh—dearly I would wish to lay it there beside the lost and dark and alien, in some deep, tranquil place too far from here to answer, trembling, to your depths' trembling.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

Spring has come round again, and the Earth is like a child who is brimming with poems.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

However much the farmer toils and sows, never will he reach the transformation of the seed into summer. Earth bestows.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

But because life here is much, because seemingly everything in this fleeting world of ours needs us, strangely concerns us. Us, the most fleeting of all. Everything, just once. Once and no more. And we too once. And then not again. However, that we have been, even though only once: that we have been of the earth seems irreversible.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)

[aerizusa]

O stars, surely the lover's desire for the face of his love originates from you? And his tender insight into her pure features, that too from the pure constellations?

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems (tr. Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)