Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910 (ed. 1945)
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910 (ed. 1945)