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Post a poem, or two, or whatever, if you want...
Some from Rilke. Dan teases me about how much I love Rilke, but I really can't help it. His Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes. absolutely lost me to his work. Beautiful, poignant, and heartbreaking.
( I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection.../Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;/for there I would be dishonest, untrue./I want my conscience to be/true before you )
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( Yet everything that touches us, me and you,/takes us together like a violin's bow )
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( The god of speed and distant messages, a traveler's hood above his shining eyes,/his slender staff held out in front of him, and little wings fluttering at his ankles;/and on his left arm, barely touching it: she. )
Some from Rilke. Dan teases me about how much I love Rilke, but I really can't help it. His Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes. absolutely lost me to his work. Beautiful, poignant, and heartbreaking.
( I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection.../Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;/for there I would be dishonest, untrue./I want my conscience to be/true before you )
--
( Yet everything that touches us, me and you,/takes us together like a violin's bow )
--
( The god of speed and distant messages, a traveler's hood above his shining eyes,/his slender staff held out in front of him, and little wings fluttering at his ankles;/and on his left arm, barely touching it: she. )
