"Wagons and trucks rolled by. We didn't care.
Houses rose around us, solid but unreal, and no one knew us.
What, after all, was real?
Nothing. Only the ball, the beautiful arcs it made.
Not even the children were real, except for that moment
of reaching up and ah! catching the ball."
- Part Two, VIII, Sonnets to Orpheus
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"How far it is between the stars, and how much farther
is what's right here. The distance, for example,
between a child and one who walks by--
oh, how inconceivably far.
Not only in measurable spans does Fate
move through our lives.
Think how great the distance between a young girl
and the boy she avoids and loves."
- Part Two, XX, Sonnets to Orpheus
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"And we: always and everywhere spectators,
turned not toward the Open
but to the stuff of our lives.
It drowns us. We set it in order.
It falls apart. We order it again
and fall apart ourselves."
- Eighth Elegy, Duino Elegies