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2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems


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27. prosenca 2003, 20:19:25
The Listener 
O čem je toďten plk: To Music
Music: breathing of statues.
Perhaps: silence of paintings.
You language where all language ends.
You time standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what?--: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music.
You heart-space grown out of us.
The deepest space in us, which, rising above us, forces its way out,--
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other side of the air:
pure, boundless,
no longer habitable.


        •• Rainer Rilke

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