Thursday, February 17, 2011

Thursday Poem - 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)


Cindy said...

My eyes have already touched a sunny hill this morning as well! Low 70's and blue sky. Spring is such a tease! Her fickle sister is waiting in the wings just to drop the temperature again sometime soon! But today, it's warmth and sunglasses and tank tops!

Anonymous said...

How beautiful, Cate. I can always find respite here.