Poems List
The future enters into us in order to transform itself in us long before it happens.
There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love the more they give, the more they possess.
To be loved means to be consumed. To love is to give light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.
Us the most fleeting of all. Just once, everything, only for once. Once and no more. And we, too, once. And never again. But this having been once, though only once, having been once on earth—can it ever be canceled?
What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude.
What is required of us is that we love the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
Who’s not sat tense before his own heart’s curtain?
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