Yes -- the springtimes needed you. Often a star
was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you
out of a distant past, or as you walked
under an open window, a violin
yielded itself to your hearing. All this was a mission.
But could you accomplish it? Weren't you always
distracted by expectation, as if every event
announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place
to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you
going and coming and often staying all night.)
.rainer maria rilke
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