not alone enough to be holy...

how can one help but be moved in the face of genius? This is found in Rilke's "Book of Hours: Love Poems to God":

I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.

nothing more need be said.


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