why sometimes there are no words

Pilfered from a comment at A. Stark Magazine:

This is a piece from Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet.”

“If only it were possible for us to see farther than our knowledge reaches, and even a little beyond the outworks of our presentiment, perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, everything in us withdraws, a silence arises, and the new experience, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing.”

4 Responses to “why sometimes there are no words”

  1. momrn2 Says:

    Just letting you know I followed you here from the other place. Very nice header here! Did you do it yourself?

  2. missmellifluous Says:

    I’m glad you’re here, momrn2. The header is a standard template you can choose on WordPress. I’m glad you like it. I like it too. Welcome.

  3. kim from hiraeth Says:

    I’m here, too.

    Did you find my other comment?

  4. missmellifluous Says:

    Yep, and replied. Thank you. Now it feels like home.

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