Dying is strange and hard if it is not our death, but a death that takes us by storm, when we've ripened none within us.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (ed. 1996)
Dying is strange and hard if it is not our death, but a death that takes us by storm, when we've ripened none within us.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God (ed. 1996)