Saturday, July 13, 2013

A Walk by Rainier Maria Rilke

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges 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.

R.M. Rilke

Translated by Robert Bly

(My note:  Although I believe the translation and printing to be accurate,
  the word "charges" seems to want to be "changes".  Can't confirm either way.)

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