Monday, March 03, 2008

My heart, like a hand and its fingers

How she submitted
Loved
Loved her interior world
Her interior wilderness
That primal forest inside her where among decayed tree trunks
Her heart stood
Light green

by Rainer Maria Rilke
paraphrased by moi to allow for the female pronoun, rather than the male

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