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.
Translated by Robert Bly
A Walk
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Poem topics: feel, light, wind, sunny, touch, reach, distance, gesture, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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