A Walk

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

by Rainer Maria Rilke

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I think that this peom is very magical and it gives me goose bumps whenever i hear it. Smith is an amazing poet and i wish she were still alive today, so i could just ask her all about life back then. She is my hero, and i want to be just like her when i grow up. I love poetry and want to write some that will be just as precious as hers. Here is a sample of some of mine. Roses are red Violets are green I like monkies that are not very mean. I have a lot more where that came from, so if you guys want some more samples just give me a hollar. Thnxs for your time, and thank you Miss Smith for being my hero.