Sunday, December 2, 2007

The Future

Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by A. Poulin (1986)

The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.

Future, who won't wait for you?
Everyone is going there.
It suffices you to deepen
the absence that we are.

1 comment:

dan said...

from Well-Versed: Poems for the Road Ahead, a small collection of poems put out by AIG: Insurance, Loans, Retirement