Saturday, May 20, 2006

A Walk

painting by Pierre Auguste Renoir 1841-1919, Low Tide at Yport, 1883

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.

poem by
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Robert Bly

1 comment:

Rauf said...

I thought I have all of Renoires
Thanks Claudia for this one, Never seen this before, wish it was bigger.