A Walk — Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke is Austrian by birth. He lived in the late 1800s to early 1900s. Parts of my ancestral line reach back to the geography near which Rilke lived. And, there are many poems and writings from him that I simply love.

“A Walk” is one of these. I shared it with a friend recently.

A Walk
Rainer Marie 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 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.

Grasped by what we cannot grasp. Yes, that at much more.

For inspiration.

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