Maria rainer rilke poems

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
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Maria rainer rilke poems

How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul?

How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
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A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:
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His vision, from the constantly passi