The Swan
This clumsy living that moves lumbering
as if in ropes through what is not done,
reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.
And to die, which is the letting go
of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,
is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down
into the water, which receives him gaily
and which flows under
and after him, wave after wave,
while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm,
is pleased to be carried, eacht moment more fully
grown,
more lik a king, further and further on.
Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Robert Bly and David Whyte
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