Something I Like

You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything
The darkness that comes with
Every infinite fall
And the shivering blaze
Of every step up

So many live on and want nothing
And are raised to the rank of prince
By the slippery ease of
Their light judgements

But what you love to see are faces
That do work and feel thirst
You love most of all those who need you
As they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old,
And it's not too late
To dive into your increasing depths
Where life calmly gives out
It's own secret


-Rainer Maria Rilke