Sense of Something
I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.
I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.
I leap out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the great storm.
Translated by Robert Bly
Rainer Maria Rilke
Good morning Jo
Hope you are well and thawing. We in the grip of a drought.
I live in a backwoods where some of the letters skate over my head. What does INTJ stand for?
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