It is life in slow motion,
it's the heart in reverse,
it's a hope-and-a-half:
too much and too little at once.
It's a train that suddenly
stops with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket,
and, leaning out the carriage
door, we vainly contemplate
a wind we feel that stirs
the blooming meadows, the meadows
made imaginary by this stop.
Translated by A. Poulin
The Wait
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Poem topics: feel, heart, hope, life, wind, hear, door, slow, suddenly, train, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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