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June 24, 2006

Entrance - Rilke

Whoever you are: go out at evening,
leaving your room, where everything is familiar;
between you and the distance lies your house:
whoever you are.

With tired eyes, that scarcely pull themselves
up and away from the warn-down threshold
you slowly lift up one black tree
and place it against the sky: slim. alone.
And you have made the world. And it is large
and like a word that's ripening in silence.
And as your will takes in the sense of it,
your eyes can gently let it go...

Posted by Xiao at June 24, 2006 10:58 AM

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