“O Lord, give each person his own personal death. / A thing that moves out of the same life he lived, / In which he had love, and intelligence, and trouble.” — Rilke Rainer Maria Copy Share Image
“His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew turning in… — Rilke Rainer Maria Copy Share Image
“O Lord, give each person his own personal death. / A thing that moves out of the same life he lived, / In which… — Rilke Rainer Maria Copy Share Image
