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I know that nothing has ever been real
Without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things,
And they come toward me,
to meet and be met.
-Rainer Marie Rilke
Without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things,
And they come toward me,
to meet and be met.
-Rainer Marie Rilke