breath
Breath, you invisible poem! Pure
exchange unceasing between the great
ether and our existence. Counterweight
in which I rhythmically occur.Single billow whose slow degrees
of ocean take place
in me; most frugal, you, of all possible seas--
winnings of space.How many parts of this space already were
within me! There's many a wind
like a son to me.Do you know me, air, full of places where I used to be?
You, once smooth ring,
roundness and leaf of my words
Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus
