The Solitary
April 24, 2015
This poem, written by one of my favorite poets, Rainer Maria Rilke, is one that I think for any person who has traveled much and returned to a place where many never leave, rings deeply true.
The Solitary
As one who has sailed across an unknown sea,
among this rooted folk I am alone;
the full days on their tables are their own,
to me the distant is reality.
A new world reaches to my very eyes,
a place perhaps unpeopled as the moon;
their slightest feelings they must analyze,
and all their words have got the common tune.
The things I brought with me from far away,
compared with theirs, look strangely not the same:
in their great country they were living things,
but here they hold their breath, as if for shame.
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