Daily Poem: Going Blind ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Going Blind
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated from German by Walter Arndt
She sat at tea just like the others. First
I merely had a notion that this guest
Held up her cup not quite like all the rest.
And once she gave a smile. It almost hurt.
When they arose at last, with talk and laughter,
And ambled slowly and as chance dictated
Through many rooms, their voices animated.
I saw her seek the noise and follow after,
Held in like one who in a little bit
Would have to sing where many people listened;
Her lighted eyes, which spoke of gladness, glistened
With outward luster, as a pond is lit.
She followed slowly, and it took much trying,
As though some obstacle still barred her stride;
And yet as if she on the farther side
Might not be walking any more, but flying.
