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i just don’t think rilke’s poetry is for me. i’m getting an emily dickinson itch

‘Who has twisted us around like this, so that no matter what we do, we are in the posture of someone going away? Just as, upon the farthest hill, which shows him his whole valley one last time, he turns, stops, lingers —, so we live here, forever taking leave.’

bet you thought i would never read more of this. i did temporarily lose it and then also lose my willingness to attempt to read the german