By Rainier Maria Rilke
I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.
Now I am still
and plain;
no more words.
To the others I was like the wind:
I made them shake.
I'd gone very far, as far as the angels,
and high, where light thins into nothing.
But deep in the darkness is God.
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