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
Rainer Maria Rilke was born on this day in 1875, you can read more of his work through Surrey Libraries.