If only we could find something pure, contained,narrow, human - our own small strip of orchardbetween river and rock. For our heartrises out of us as it did out of the others. And we can’tfollow it any longer into figures that tame it,or into godlike bodies where it finds a greater mystery.Rainer Maria Rilke, “Duino Elegies: The Second Elegy”

If only we could find something pure, contained,
narrow, human - our own small strip of orchard
between river and rock. For our heart
rises out of us as it did out of the others. And we can’t
follow it any longer into figures that tame it,
or into godlike bodies where it finds a greater mystery.

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Duino Elegies: The Second Elegy”

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