tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post1620875744481721337..comments2023-07-21T05:31:02.451+02:00Comments on A Year with Rilke: A Hunger Drives UsRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-50478206566291719782011-05-18T13:01:06.794+02:002011-05-18T13:01:06.794+02:00ruth i am right there with that thought - "i ...ruth i am right there with that thought - "i wonder if it is my deepest longing, to say what can't be said". the deepest longing i feel, to move beyond my limited abilities to express what i sense. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-10759591724179614962011-05-18T12:25:12.770+02:002011-05-18T12:25:12.770+02:00With words he knows how to express the nothing tha...With words he knows how to express the <i>nothing that is not there and the nothing that is</i> that Stevens understood. <i>I could think you up to where thinking ends . . . </i> Rilke said in a reading the other day. At times it can be frustrating not to be able to express what is felt. I wonder if that is my deepest longing, to <i>say</i> what can't be said, and this will go on as long as there is heat in the earth, alive, that keeps trying to get out through its crusty skin. Until we are with the stars, at which time, the work will be simply to shine.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com