Rilke the walk

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 its 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 in our faces. "The walk" by Rainer Maria Rilke