Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Keeping abreast of E in year 5

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

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 wave...

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Walk Poem, Rainer Maria Rilke, trans, Robert Bly

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