A Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke on love and poetry

No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year
as the flowers do; an immemorial sap
flows up through our arms when we love. Dear girl,
this: that we loved, inside us, not One who would someday appear, but
seething multitudes; not just a single child,
but also the fathers lying in our depths
like fallen mountains; also the dried-up riverbeds
of ancient mothers-;also the whole
soundless landscape under the clouded or clear
sky of its destiny -; all this, my dear, preceded you.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)

Source: The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

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