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And you wait, keep waiting for that one thingwhich would infinitely enrich your life:the powerful, uniquely uncommon,the awakening of dormant stones,depths that would reveal you to yourself.
In the dusk you notice the book shelveswith their volumes in gold and in brown;and you think of far lands you journeyed,of pictures and of shimmering gownsworn by women you conquered and lost.
And it comes to you all of a sudden:
That was it!
And you arise, for you areaware of a year in your distant pastwith its fears and events and prayers.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
Rainer Maria Rilke
René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926), was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist. He is "widely recogn
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