So often I would itch


to be luminous and free of fog
to be luminous and free of fog
but nothing would approach
but nothing would approach
except big dogs. (Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Lucia Perillo)
except big dogs. (Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Lucia Perillo)

2 responses to “So often I would itch”

  1. Holy mother of beautifulness, MORE BEAUTIFUL UNIVERSE, IN VIEW, THEN I CAN HARDLY EVER DISCRIBE. SO MANY DESCRIPTIONS, ALL JUST WON’T COME OUT, SLOWLY ENOUGH, TO PUT THEM ALL DOWN! I LOVE ALL THERE SHOT’S.

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