but suddenly it poured out and was gone: world is outside, world cannot be grasped.
why didn't i, from the full beloved face
as i raised it to my lips, why didn't i drink
world, so near that i could almost taste it?
ah, i drank. insatiably i drank.
but i was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking,
i myself ran over." --rainer maria rilke