It is possible I am pushing through
solid rock
in flint-like layers, as the ore lies,
alone;
I am such a long way in
I see no way through
and no space; everything is
close to my face
and everything close to my face
is stone.
I don't have much knowledge
yet in grief-
so this massive darkness
makes me small.
You be the master: make
yourself fierce, break in;
then your great transforming
will happen to me,
and my great grief cry will
happen to you.
Rilke
