tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post1722795538563161334..comments2023-07-21T05:31:02.451+02:00Comments on A Year with Rilke: Springtime PeopleRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-60635439309571023122011-06-07T14:11:05.162+02:002011-06-07T14:11:05.162+02:00i think i'll come back to this one time and ti...i think i'll come back to this one time and time again. it sings to me hope, absolution.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-61030669308750186602011-06-02T00:09:32.341+02:002011-06-02T00:09:32.341+02:00I also believe that there's no age to find or ...I also believe that there's no age to find or feel love. Your comments reminded me a beautiful YEATS' poem which talks about love and the nostalgie of getting old:<br /><br />"When you are old and grey and full of sleep,<br />And nodding by the fire, take down this book,<br />And slowly read, and dream of the soft look<br />Your eyes had once, and of their shadow deep";<br />...<br />No matter how old we are there'll always be unpredictable and reckless hurricanes which will pass through, either near or far. There'll always be a mistery, the power of love and emotional hearts who never cease to search for the meaning of life.Paralelo Longehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13917916293705998600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-4899655864535334222011-06-01T15:43:21.133+02:002011-06-01T15:43:21.133+02:00Thanks, Brendan.
It is a privilege to be exposed...Thanks, Brendan. <br /><br />It is a privilege to be exposed to the elements that break open our routine and let in fresh breezes. It is also a privilege to get older, having lived through these experiences that do that, so that we learn to live this way, to get back to our primitive selves.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-18823131789127869442011-06-01T14:23:20.373+02:002011-06-01T14:23:20.373+02:00Amen to you two -- why is it that youth is squande...Amen to you two -- why is it that youth is squandered on the young? And Ruth, sorry to hear about your scattered circumstance, though it is clear here how breeches in our accumulated walls of routine can sometimes let a sweet wind in. I remember going out in the night when Hurricane Jeanne passed over Florida in 2004, all power out for hundreds of miles, just the raw element of darkness and wind,, uncivilized, wild to the sky: How wonderful it was. Until the yogurt in the fridge spoiled..- BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-3743575579706616602011-06-01T12:50:23.653+02:002011-06-01T12:50:23.653+02:00lorenzo - brilliant observation and one i can shar...lorenzo - brilliant observation and one i can share in full!! stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732202925039933709.post-53366880120217665522011-06-01T10:42:52.953+02:002011-06-01T10:42:52.953+02:00I am ruing the gentle irony of realizing that it i...I am ruing the gentle irony of realizing that it is only in the Autumn of my life (and surely I am not the only one) that I come to appreciate the importance of becoming 'springtime people' in order to find the summer and herald its greatness.<br /><br />Lorenzo (for some reason I can only post comments as Anonymous)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com