Erste Gedichte

In this early collection the poet turns his gaze toward the stone and glass of Central European cities, sketching towers, cloisters and hidden courtyards with a quiet lyric. Each poem feels like a brief meditation whispered from an old house or cathedral nave, where light filters through stained glass and the past hums in the walls. Rilke’s spare yet vivid language lets listeners picture moss‑covered façades of Prague, the echoing arches of St. Veit, and the wind through ancient corridors.

The verses also capture the lives that pulse within these spaces—children climbing stairways, monks chanting prayers, solitary figures pausing on balconies to watch the city breathe. A simple “Amen” reverberates like a bell across stone and time, turning everyday moments into miniature dramas. Together, the poems invite listeners to step into still rooms and hear the lingering echo of history, making the familiar feel intimate and reverent.