Wednesday, October 7, 2020

A Walk...(Rainer Maria Rilke)

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.

going far beyond the road I have begun,

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

it has an inner light, even from a distance-

and changes us, even if we do not reach it,

into something else, which, hardly sensing it,

we already are; a gesture waves us on

answering our own wave…

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

~~Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Robert Bly 

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