but suddenly it poured out:
World is outside. World is not to be grasped.
Why did I not drink, as I lifted it,
from the full, the beloved face,
World, so near my mouth scented it?
Ah, I drank. I drank inexhaustibly.
But I was filled up too, by too much
World, and, drinking, I myself overflowed.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926) Germany (born Prague)
Translator not stated
Source: Famous Poets and Poems
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