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Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Poem: Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours

...May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.

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