27 November 2016

Exact.


FULL POWER

Ah, could we escape counters and strikers of hours,
One morning eagerly outside, hot youthfulness with hunters,
            Shouts in the clamor of hounds.
Thrashing through bushes, collness joyfully spraying us,
And we in the new and the free – feeling in the earliest breezes
            the exact connection.

This we were meant for.  Lighthearted exhilarated appearance.
Not, in the rigid room, after a night of negation,
            one more negation-filled day.
These are eternally in the right, these pressed so close to life;
Because they are the living, the infinitely affirmed
animal steps into the mortal blow.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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