Image: “The Anchorite” by Teodor Axentowicz.

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone by Rainer Maria Rilke [translated by Annemarie S. Kidder]

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.

I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough

to be to you just object and thing,  dark and smart.

I want my free will and want it accompanying  the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions,  where something is up,  to be among those in the know,  
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.

I want to unfold.

Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;  for there I would be dishonest, untrue.

I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time,

one close up,  like a new word I learned and embraced,  like the everday jug,  like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.