I Am, O Anxious One

Rainer Maria Rilke

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I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice
surging forth with all my earthly feelings?
They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings
and whitely fly in circles round your face.
My soul, dressed in silence, rises up
and stands alone before you: can't you see?
don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe
upon your vision as upon a tree?
If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream.
But when you want to wake, I am your wish,
and I grow strong with all magnificence
and turn myself into a star's vast silence
above the strange and distant city, Time.

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  • Gwynnevere o love

    WELL I DON'T GET IT, WHY ALL THE FUSS ABOUT RAINER MARIA RILKE? I READ THIS STUFF WHEN I WAS YOUNG, DIDN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE THEN, DON'T MAKE MUCH NOW. BUNCH OF HIGH BROW WORDS THROWN TOGETHER. NOT MY CUP OF TEA. SORRY, NOT SORRY.