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 its inner light, even from a distance–
and changes 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
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love, love, love!
I’m happy, happy, happy to hear that.
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Now I’m even happier that I made you laugh.
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This is so beautiful. I’ve enjoyed many pf the poems you’ve osted but I think I like this one best.
I’m glad to hear that.
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Yes, it is beautiful. So much of Rilke is.