13 October So We Live By: Rilke Who turned us thus around, so we,no matter what, have the pose of one who is departing? As he who onthe last hill which still showshis whole valley, will turn, halt, pause —so we live, forever taking leave. Rilke Related Posts via CategoriesHappinessSomewhere to the East There’s a ChurchThe Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XXIMohammed’s SummoningThe Dark Hours of My BeingI’ll Go On…The NightPoems View all Poems by Rilke