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.
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Sunday, December 2, 2007
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