Resonance with Rilke.

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Poems, Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke, Robert Bly, Thoughts

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
   to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
   just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with
   my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.

–Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Robert Bly)

I am not a mechanism.

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D. H. Lawrence, Growth, Iron John, Meditation, Poems, Quotes, Sprituality, Thoughts

I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various
sections.
And it is not because the mechanism is working
wrongly, that I am ill.
I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep
emotional self-
and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time,
only time can help
and patience, and a certain difficult repentance
long difficult repentance, realization of life’s
mistake, and the freeing oneself
from the endless repetition of the mistake
which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.

— D.H. Lawrence

There will come soft rains.

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Poems, Sara Teasdale, Thoughts

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

— Sara Teasdale.