Saturday, April 7
Rainer Maria Rilke: a snapshot
Is it not time that, in loving,
we freed ourselves from the loved one, and, quivering, endured:
as the arrow endures the string to become,
in the gathering out-leap,
something more than itself? For staying is nowhereRainer Maria Rilke-The First Elegy
repetition is an eternity of death.
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