Oh, Rilke, what haven't you been to me?
Lovers.
Awakening desire,
make a place where pain can enter.
That's how we grow.
Along with their laughter,
lovers bring suffering
and longings that had slept and now awaken
to weep in a stranger's arms.
From The Book of Hours II, 10
Lovers.
Awakening desire,
make a place where pain can enter.
That's how we grow.
Along with their laughter,
lovers bring suffering
and longings that had slept and now awaken
to weep in a stranger's arms.
From The Book of Hours II, 10
