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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grown-Up</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All this stood upon her and was the world<br>and stood upon her with all its fear and grace<br>as trees stand, growing straight up, imageless<br>yet wholly image, like the Ark of God,<br>and solemn, as if imposed upon a race.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As she endured it all: bore up under<br>the swift-as-flight, the fleeting, the far-gone,<br>the inconceivably vast, the still-to-learn,<br>serenely as a woman carrying water<br>moves with a full jug. Till in the midst of play,<br>transfiguring and preparing for the future,<br>the first white veil descended, gliding softly</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">over her opened face, almost opaque there,<br>never to be lifted off again, and somehow<br>giving to all her questions just one answer:<br>In you, who were a child once-in you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Translated by Stephen Mitchell</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rainer+Maria+Rilke">Rainer Maria Rilke</a></strong></div>

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