You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
...
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
(from Rilke, of course)
2005-12-27 - 10:34 p.m.
