Category: Resurrection

Und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm, order ein großer Gesang?And I still do not know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song? — Rilke Half a year ago, One Sunday that was foggy, overcast, and full of clouds, I climbed Montserrat to see the lady, To hold…

Give my love to Fanny and tell her, if I were well there is enough in this port of Naples to fill a quire of paper. But it looks like a dream—every man who can row his boat and walk and talk seems a different being from myself. I do not feel in the world.…