Pushing Through by Rainer Maria Rilke It's possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space; everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone. I don't have much knowledge yet in grief so this massive darkness makes me small. You be the master, make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transformation will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you. translated by Robert Bly