CLASSIC POETRY
GRAVITY
Center, how from all beings
you pull yourself, even from those that fly
winning yourself back, irresistible center.
He who stands: as a drink through thirst
gravity plunges down through him.
But from the sleeper falls
(as though from a motionless cloud)
the abundant rain of the heavy.
Rilke, Rainer Maria. Ahead of All Parting (p. 183). Random House Publishing Group.
Mangus Khan 