Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PEOPLE AT NIGHT, by RAINER MARIA RILKE Poet's Biography
First Line: The nights were not made for crowds, and they sever
Last Line: And mean--they know not whom.
The nights were not made for crowds, and they sever
You from your neighbour, and you shall never
Seek him, defiantly, at night.
But if you make your dark house light,
To look on strangers in your room,
You must reflect -- on whom.
False lights that on men's faces play
Distort them gruesomely.
You look upon a disarray,
A world that seems to reel and sway,
A waving, glittering sea.
On foreheads gleams a yellow shine,
Where thoughts are chased away,
Their glances flicker mad from wine,
And to the words they say
Strange heavy gestures make reply
That struggle in the buzzing room;
And they say always "I" and "I,"
And mean--they know not whom.
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