Sunday, November 13, 2016

the gladdest thing






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Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.

The inner -- what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.


–Rainer Maria Rilke
Stephen Mitchell version



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