TOUCH THE SUNNY HILL

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has an 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.

By Rainer Maria Rilke, German Lyric poet (1875-1926) Poem found on All Poetry website.
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