Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great <br />hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations <br />has been a trough, renewing in itself <br />an inch or two of rain, I satisfy <br />my thirst: taking the water's pristine coolness <br />into my whole body through my wrists. <br />Drinking would be too powerful, too clear; <br />but this unhurried gesture of restraint <br />fills my whole consciousness with shining water. <br /> <br />Thus, if you came, I could be satisfied <br />to let my hand rest lightly, for a moment, <br />lightly, upon your shoulder or your breast.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-sun-drenched-roadside/
