the night

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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