Archive for December 29th, 2007

World was in the face of the beloved –,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.

Why didn’t I, from the full, beloved face
as I raised it to my lips, why didn’t I drink
world, so near that I could almost taste it?

Ah, I drank.  Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and drinking, I myself ran over.

~Rainer Maria Rilke
Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry
and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke
Edited and Translated by Stephen Mitchell

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