"world was in the face of the beloved..."

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