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Take me by the hand; it's so easy for you, Angel, for you are the road even while being immobile.
You see, I'm scared no one here will look for me again; I couldn't make use of whatever was given,
so they abandoned me. At first the solitude charmed me like a prelude, but so much music wounded me.
Translated by A. Poulin
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Monday, January 13, 2003 |
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