“The Future” The future: time’s excuse to frighten us; vast a project, too large a morsel for the heart’s mouth. Future, who won’t wait for you? Everyone is going there. It suffices you to deepen the absence that we are.
Taken from Rilke: Poems (Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets Series) by Rainer Maria Rilke, Alfred A. Knopf, 1996.