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.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Robert Bly
Image: worldpaperswide.com
A favorite poem of mine. So lovely! Thanks for posting. 🙂
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Happy to know, you´re welcome! 🙂
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I really love this poem and you can always expect only the best from Rilke.
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I´m loving it, too. I´m always charmed when the words speak (also) beyond what can be reached by words. :))
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Nice poem!!
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Yep, thanks!
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Reading the poem is a walk, a vision of that hill not reached but felt and becoming, grasped by the words I felt a fresh breeze in my face too. Thanks for writing and posting.
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Lovely vision, thanks for sharing. I felt the breeze too, it was gentle as well. 🙂
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