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A Walk
Rainer Maria Rilke

My eyes already reach the sunny hill,
Going far ahead of 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 on our faces.

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