Rainer Maria Rilke - You gave me, Summer, who are suddenly
The North Sea island
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Hidden Costumes On Poptropica
I The next high tide obliterates the way in the mud, and everything will be on all sides;
the little island out there but has
eyes, confused the dike
revolves around their living, who are born into a sleep
, inside they confuse many worlds
, silent, for they rarely talk,
and every sentence is like an epitaph for something
Stranded, the unknown, the unexplained
comes to them and remains.
And so is everything you look describes
from childhood: not to Applied,
to Large, predatory, hither,
exaggerates the solitude of her still.
II
When he would in a crater- circles on a moon: each farm is umdämmt, and inside the gardens are dressed the same way as orphans and same combed
from that storm, which educates them so rough and
it makes you anxious for days with deaths.
Then you sit in there in the houses and see
in oblique mirrors what is written on the chests
strange. And one of the children of food is only something inner, all others away.
And this inner crowded and with all the daily crowded and quite unspeakable.
The island is like a small star to what the room is not unnoticed and silent
destroyed in his unconscious Furchtbarsein, unerhellt Sun that he, and not heard, but for this to take anything but an end 
tried on a dark path selbsterfundnen
to go blindly, not in the plan tried on a dark path selbsterfundnen of the planets, suns and systems. 
Rainer Maria Rilke, 23 and 24.07.1906, Paris
Gedichte.Neue Gedichte.Neue poems Part 1. 
Rainer Maria Rilke, 23 and 24.07.1906, Paris 16.1.11
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