Oct 13, 2018 13:34
The Night
By: Rilke
You, darkness, of whom I am born-
I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illuminates
and excludes all the rest.
But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations-just as they are.
It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.
I believe in the night.
Came across this just now and it spoke to me.
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