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World was in the face of the beloved -,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.
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Why didn't I, from the full, beloved face
as I raised it to my lips, why didn't I drink
world, so near that I could almost taste it?
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Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over.
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
from Uncollected Poems
art by Robin Urton
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