Friday, December 30, 2005

sense of something coming - a poem by rainer maria rilke

i am like a flag in the center of open space.
i sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.
while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
of silence,
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

i already know the storm, and i am troubled as the sea.
i leap out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the great storm.


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