Sonnets to Orpheus, Part
One, XXII
We set the pace.
But this press of time --
take it as a little thing
next to what endures.
But this press of time --
take it as a little thing
next to what endures.
All this hurrying
soon will be over.
Only when we tarry
do we touch the holy.
soon will be over.
Only when we tarry
do we touch the holy.
Young ones, don't waste your
courage
racing so fast,
flying so high.
racing so fast,
flying so high.
See how all things are at
rest --
darkness and morning light,
blossom and book.
darkness and morning light,
blossom and book.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(In Praise of Mortality, translated and
edited by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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