New Fall Snow

A Walk                          
a poem by
Rainer Maria Rilke

Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one,
at the end of the path which I've only just begun.
So we are grasped, by that which we could not grasp,
at such great distance, so fully manifest—

and it changes us, even when we do not reach it,
into something that, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a sign appears, echoing our own sign . . .
But what we sense is the falling winds.

                         Rainer Maria Rilke
(tr. Cliff Crego)

                   (Muzot, the Alps, March, 1924)

(Photo: New Fall Snow; The latter part of October, the Alps)
| go to the German text, Spaziergang (or click on photo) |
| to see more of Rilke's work in translation together with the German originals, a concise hyperlinked biography,
as well as a guide to Rilke on the Internet, go to The Poetry of Ranier Maria Rilke |

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