this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
Somewhere the flower of farewell is blooming. Endlessly it yields its pollen, which we breathe. Even in the breeze of this beginning hour we breathe farewell."
-
Rainer Maria Rilke, from
‘Uncollected Poems
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