I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone <br />enough <br />to truly consecrate the hour. <br />I am much too small in this world, yet not small <br />enough <br />to be to you just object and thing, <br />dark and smart. <br />I want my free will and want it accompanying <br />the path which leads to action; <br />and want during times that beg questions, <br />where something is up, <br />to be among those in the know, <br />or else be alone. <br /> <br />I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, <br />never be blind or too old <br />to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. <br />I want to unfold. <br />Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; <br />for there I would be dishonest, untrue. <br />I want my conscience to be <br />true before you; <br />want to describe myself like a picture I observed <br />for a long time, one close up, <br />like a new word I learned and embraced, <br />like the everday jug, <br />like my mother's face, <br />like a ship that carried me along <br />through the deadliest storm.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-much-too-alone-in-this-world-yet-not-alone/
