"And if you don’t come and lock me up with your
voice
in the deep nocturnal house,
then I must pour myself out of my hands
into the gardens of
dark blue…"
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from
“The Bride” in The Book of Images
in the deep nocturnal house,
then I must pour myself out of my hands
into the gardens of
dark blue…"
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