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Loved. Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness…Loved.

June 3, 2009

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…All at once new, trembling, how he was caught up
and entangled in the spreading tendrils of inner event
already twined into patterns, into strangling undergrowth, prowling
bestial shapes. How he submitted-. Loved.
Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness,
that primal forest inside him, where among decayed treetrunks
his heart stood, light-green. Loved.
Left it, went through
his own roots and out, into the powerful source
where his little birth had already been outlived…

Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegies – The Third Elegy

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