Monday, October 6, 2014

And Monday goes to Rilke

...
Then suddenly you’re left all alone
with your body that can’t love you
and your will that can’t save you.

But now, like a whispering in dark streets,
rumours of God run through your dark blood.” 


- Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

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