Friday, December 9, 2011

(Dove that ventured outside)



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Dove that ventured outside,     flying far from the dovecote:
housed and protected again,     one with the day, the night,
knows what serenity is,     for she has felt her wings
pass through all distance and fear     in the course of her wanderings.

The doves that remained at home,     never exposed to loss,
innocent and secure,     cannot know tenderness;
only the won-back heart      can ever be satisfied: free,
through all is has given up,     to rejoice in its mastery.

Being arches itself     over the vast abyss.
Ah the ball that we dared,     that we hurled into infinite space,
doesn't it fill our hands     differently with its return:
heavier by the weight     of where it has been.









~ Rainer Maria Rilke
translation by Stephen Mitchell
from: The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
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