Whoever you are: go out into the evening.
Leave your room and what you know of it.
Your house is the last before the Infinite:
Whoever you are.
And with your eyes, nearly grown too dim
to free themselves from your familiar door,
slowly raise a tree up, dark and thin,
and press it to the sky where it’s never been before.
And you have made a world. And it is vast
as words that in the silence grow.
And when your will has grasped its sense at last,
then, tenderly, your eyes will let it go …
Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2014