The Future Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Future

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The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.

Future, who won't wait for you?
Everyone is going there.
It suffices you to deepen
the absence that we are.


Translated by A. Poulin

Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: future
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Alissa 12 November 2017

So truuu lmaoo

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

Prague / Czech Republic
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