Thursday, November 20, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.
The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves.
Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be mosdest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
"'Have you seen our love?' I asked calmly.
'Have you seen our love anywhere?' He echoed.
Then we panicked.
'It must be somewhere. You've hidden it.'
'No, I swear I haven't. You had it last, anyway.'
'Oh did I? You mean you had it last and now you've lost it and wont admit it.'"
(from 1. Kindness Itself, Happiness Itself, and Delphiniums, in Intensive Care, by Janet Frame)
'Have you seen our love anywhere?' He echoed.
Then we panicked.
'It must be somewhere. You've hidden it.'
'No, I swear I haven't. You had it last, anyway.'
'Oh did I? You mean you had it last and now you've lost it and wont admit it.'"
(from 1. Kindness Itself, Happiness Itself, and Delphiniums, in Intensive Care, by Janet Frame)
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