The past couple months keep bringing me back to Rilke. It's like he's been in my head and felt my heart and gives me little hopes to hold onto. He just makes sense to me.
"She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weaves them gracefully
into a single cloth -
it's she who drives out the loudmouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration
where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it's you she receives.
You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you."
katie
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