5.15.2015

Sense of something coming



I am a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live it through,
While the creatures of the world beneath still do not move
in their sleep:
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 as troubled as the sea,
And spread myself out, and fall into myself,
And throw myself out and am absolutely alone
In the great storm.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

3 comments:

  1. A beautiful image and a wonderful poem from Rilke.
    Besos
    xoxoxo ♡

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  2. een prachtig moment van U en een heel mooi passend gedicht erbij.

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