Window with View on the Island Bréhat
by Marc Chagall
All creation holds its breath, listening with me,
because, to hear you, I keep silent.
At my senses' horizon
you appear hesitantly,
like scattered islands.
Yet standing here, peering out,
I'm all the time seen by you.
From The Book of Hours I, 18
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~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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