182 MODERN GERMAN LITERATURE within (^Denn Armut 1st tin grosser Glan^ von inner?}. God Himself is the poor man, the leper cast forth and passing through the city with his rattle: Du hist so arm me ernes Keimes Kraft in eimm Madcben, das es gern verb urge undsich die Lenden press t, dass sie erwurge das erste Atmen ihrer Schwangerschaft. Und du hist arm: so me der Fruhlingsregen, der selig auf der Stddte Dacherfdllt, und me ein Wunsch^ wenn Strdflinge ihn hegen in eimr Zelle> ewig ohne Welt. And - in his baroque cumulative manner, or as in the chained incongruous images of the Litanies to the Virgin - Rilke hymns the agonies of men, which are less than those of God, who is poorer than all the poor. The poor are like things almost ('fast gkichen sie den Dmgen'); they are dark as an idle tool. They are guardians of treasures they themselves see not. From the poor are to be born the regenerating race who ripen for the great death; and therefore the sexual image is repeated: Und sieh: ihr Leib ist me ein ^rdutigam . . . In seiner Schlankheit sam melt sich das Schwache, das Bange, das aus viekn Framn kam; doch sein Geschlecht ist stark und wie ein Drache und wartet schlafend in dem Tal der Scham. And where is he who grew strong even unto poverty, and on the market-place put off his raiment and went forth naked before the bishop in his robe? In the smile of whose countenance was child- hood ripening as maidens do. And when he sang hearts cried in the sisters whom he touched as a bridegroom. And then the pollen of his song wafted dreaming from his red mouth unto the love- laden and fell into open corollas .. . And the Unpolluted received him in their body which was their soul, and their eyes closed like roses, and full of love-lights was their hair . . . And when he died he was already scattered abroad: his seed ran in brooks and sang in trees and quietly watched from flowers. O whither is he faded into melody? - the great evening star of poverty.