kyra1
28 jul 20
DeRank ™: 6,63
we, who waste away our pains.
How we hasten them while they, sad, linger,
to see if they might end, perhaps. And yet they are
the foliage of our winter, our dark evergreen
one of the times of the secret year, but not only
time, – they are place, seat, field, ground, abode.”
Rilke, Tenth Duino Elegy
How we hasten them while they, sad, linger,
to see if they might end, perhaps. And yet they are
the foliage of our winter, our dark evergreen
one of the times of the secret year, but not only
time, – they are place, seat, field, ground, abode.”
Rilke, Tenth Duino Elegy
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