A Walk

by Rainer Maria Rilke

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
Source: http://www.poemhunter.com

1 comment:

  1. I was already imagining myself there.... "so we are grasped by what we cannot grasp" .... brilliant composition !