‘A Walk’

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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 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.

‘A Walk’ by Rainer Maria Rilke

Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Robert Bly

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