Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

Progress

And once again the depths of my life
rush onward, as if they were moving
in wider channels now.

Things are becoming more close to
me and all images more thoroughly
looked upon.

I feel more comfortable with that which
is nameless.

With my senses, as with birds, I reach
up into the windy heavens out of the oak,
and in those pools broken off from the day,
my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends.

Posted June 2007