Now is my misery full, and namelessly it fills me.

I am stark, as the stone’s inside is stark.

Hard as I am, I know but one thing.

You grew – and grew, in order to stand forth as too great pain, quite beyond my heart’s grasping.

Now you are lying straight across my lap.

Now I can no longer give you birth.

(Rainer Maria Rilke)

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