A Walk

Portrait of Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke 1875–1926

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.

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  1. Elle Australia

    Shouldn't it be "changes" not "charges" in line 5? There seem to be frequent translation errors in the poems. It is important to get it right.

  2. ML Squier

    Inexplicable as the wind
    This poem is like the quote:
    A poem should not mean
    But be.

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