I am like a flag in the center of open space. <br />I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live <br />it through. <br />while the things of the world still do not move: <br />the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full <br />of silence, <br />the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down. <br /> <br />I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea. <br />I leap out, and fall back, <br />and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone <br />in the great storm. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Robert Bly<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sense-of-something-coming/
