No: my heart shall become a tower,
And I myself will be placed at its edge:
where nothing else exists, once again pain
and the unsayable, once again world.
Still one thing alone in immensity,
growing dark and then light again,
still one last face full of longing
thrust out into the unappeasable,
still one uttermost face made of stone
heeding only its own inner gravity,
while the distances that silently destroy it
force it on to an ever deeper bliss.
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Thank you Rilke. I'm not sure why I felt like posting that, but I did, so there you have it. Happy Finals Week, everyone!
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