Suddenly she steps, wrapped into the wind, <br />brightly into brightness, as if singled out, <br />while now the room as though cut to fit <br />behind her fills the door <br /> <br />darkly like the ground of cameo, <br />that lets a glimmer through at the edges; <br />and you think the evening wasn't there <br />before she stepped out, and on the railing <br /> <br />set forth just a little of herself, <br />just her hands, --to be completely light: <br />as if passed on by the rows of houses <br />to the heavens, to be swayed by everything. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Edward Snow<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-on-a-balcony/
