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Memory

And you wait, you wait for that one thing

that will infinitely enlarge your life;

the gigantic, the stupendous,

the awakening of stones,

depths turned round toward you.

The volumes bound in rust and gold

flicker dimly on the shelves;

and you think of lands traveled across,

of paintings, of the clothes of

women found and lost.

And then suddenly you know: it was then.

You rise, and before you

stands the fear and prayer and shape

of a vanished year.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, 1905

Another scheduled post, another week in motion.