from The Book of Images, The First Book, Part Two
Progress
by Rainer Maria Rilke 1900
And again my deeper life rushes loudly,
as if it would flow now to a wider shore.
Ever more familiar to me are objects
and all images ever more examined.
I feel myself more trusting of the nameless:
with my sensations, like with birds, I extend
into the windy heavens from out of the oak,
and in the departing afternoon, the pond
sinks, my awareness, like standing on fish.
[trans A. Badagnani]
copyright © 2018 Adria Badagnani
