My whole life is mine, but whoever says so <br />will deprive me, for it is infinite. <br />The ripple of water, the shade of the sky <br />are mine; it is still the same, my life. <br /> <br />No desire opens me: I am full, <br />I never close myself with refusal- <br />in the rythm of my daily soul <br />I do not desire-I am moved; <br /> <br />by being moved I exert my empire, <br />making the dreams of night real: <br />into my body at the bottom of the water <br />I attract the beyonds of mirrors... <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by A. Poulin<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-lily/
