Wednesday, April 6, 2011

world was in the face of the beloved

World was in the face of the beloved -,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.
Why didn't I,  from the full,  beloved face
as I raised it to  my lips,  why didn't I drink
world,  so near that I could almost taste it?
Ah, I drank.  Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also,  with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Uncollected Poems
art by Robin Urton