The Poet: Rainer Maria Rilke, “Sonnets to Orpheus, Part One, IV”

“You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and rejoins beside you.

Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.

Fear not the pain.
Let its weight fall back into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.
The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy.
You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.”

- Rainer Maria Rilke