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Franz Kafka

I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me. – Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (Schocken; Rev Upd edition April 7, 1990)

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Rainer Maria Rilke

See how in their veins all becomes spirit:into each other they mature and grow.Like axles, their forms tremblingly orbit,round which it whirls, bewitching and aglow.Thirsters, and they receive drink,watchers, and see: they receive sight.Let them into one another sinkso as to endure each other outright. –– Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Lovers”, trans. John J. L.… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. —  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet. Sidgwick and Jackson (January 1, 1945)

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Rainer Maria Rilke

I, 45 You come and go. The doors swing closedever more gently, almost without a shudder.Of all those who move through the quiet houses,you are the quietest. We become so accustomed to you,we no longer look upwhen your shadow falls over the book we are readingand makes it glow. For all thingssing you: at timeswe… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke

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