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سَئِمتُ تَكاليفَ الحَياةِ وَمَن يَعِش
ثَمانينَ حَولاً لا أَبا لَكَ يَسأَمِ
رَأَيتُ المَنايا خَبطَ عَشواءَ مَن تُصِب
تُمِتهُ وَمَن تُخطِئ يُعَمَّر فَيَهرَمِ
زهير بن أبي سلمى
كتب لسالومي:
“Your being has been the door that allowed me to reach fresh air for the first time.”
يعني ما أدري والله. عمومًا خوش يكتب، وصار بقائمة المفضلين عندي.
“I am so full of longing I could write a book in tears.”
"And while I am completely engulfed in my sadness, I am happy to sense that you exist."
Rainer Maria Rilke
كتب لسالومي:
“Your being has been the door that allowed me to reach fresh air for the first time.”
يعني ما أدري والله، عمومًا خوش يكتب.
Rilke suffers from acute sensitivity. He’s a sponge, he absorbs the outside world to such a point that it hurts him. He perceives the mood, the emotions of his environment.
He has no filtering system and it hits him badly every time. He’s a disquiet man, disturbed by fears and anguish. What fascinates me is that despite his disquiet, he manages to describe his fears in a lucid way.
He doesn’t complain although he somatizes a lot and has a poor health. In a way, he tries to tame his pain and at the same time cherishes it as he knows part of his work will come from it. For the reader, his fears sound real, painful but he doesn’t sound unbalanced.
“I am a burden on my own heart..”
from a letter by the poet Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andreas-Salomé in January 1913.
Rilke suffers from acute sensitivity. He’s a sponge, he absorbs the outside world to such a point that it hurts him. He perceives the mood, the emotions of his environment.
He has no filtering system and it hits him badly every time. He’s a disquiet man, disturbed by fears and anguish. What fascinates me is that despite his disquiet, he manages to describe his fears in a lucid way.
He doesn’t complain although he somatizes a lot and has a poor health. In a way, he tries to tame his pain and at the same time cherishes it as he knows part of his work will come from it. For the reader, his fears sound real, painful but he doesn’t sound unbalanced.
“I am a burden on my own heart..”
from a letter written by the poet Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andreas-Salomé in January 1913.
Rilke suffers from acute sensitivity. He’s a sponge, he absorbs the outside world to such a point that it hurts him. He perceives the mood, the emotions of his environment.
He has no filtering system and it hits him badly every time. He’s a disquiet man, disturbed by fears and anguish. What fascinates me is that despite his disquiet, he manages to describe his fears in a lucid way.
He doesn’t complain although he somatizes a lot and has a poor health. In a way, he tries to tame his pain and at the same time cherishes it as he knows part of his work will come from it. For the reader, his fears sound real, painful but he doesn’t sound unbalanced.
