Monday, May 17, 2021

A Walk


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 its 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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