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His vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot holdanything else.
It seems to him there area thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,the movement of his powerful soft stridesis like a ritual dance around a centerin which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupilslifts, quietly—.
An image enters in,rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,plunges into the heart and is gone.
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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