It is life in slow motion,
it’s the heart in reverse,
it’s a hope-and-a-half:
too much and too little at once.
It’s a train that suddenly stops with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket,
and, leaning out the carriage
door, we vainly contemplate
a wind we feel that stirs
the blooming meadows, the meadows
made imaginary by this stop
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Migration of Powers in The Complete French Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. A. Poulin, Jr.)
Poem Hunter has a nice selection of Rilke poems if you want more.