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.