I believe in all that has never yet been spoken,
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me, but this is what I need to
say. May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then, in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides, moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through
widening channels
into the open sea.
Rilke