Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Old Hydrangea

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“Earth, my dearest, I will.  Oh believe me, you no longer 
Need your springtimes to win me over- one of them,
Ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.
Unspeakably I have belonged to you, from the first.
You were always right, and your holiest inspiration
Is our intimate companion, Death.
Look, I am living.  On what?  Neither childhood nor future
Grows any smaller…. Superabundant being
Wells up in my heart.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

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