I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough <br />to make each hour holy. <br />I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough <br />for me to be just a thing to you, <br />dark and shrewd. <br />I want my will and I want to go with my will <br />as it moves towards action. <br />And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, <br />to be with someone who knows, <br />or else alone. <br />I want to reflect everything about you, <br />and I never want to be too blind or too ancient <br />to keep your profound wavering image with me. <br />I want to unfold. <br />I don’t want to be folded anywhere, <br />because there, where I’m folded, <br />I am a lie. <br />And I want my meaning true for you. <br /> <br />-Ranier Maria Rilke<br /><br />Kimberly Finer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-alone-in-the-world-and-yet-not-alone-enough/
