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A world in itself for someone else ...


To reread it not so long ago Letters to a Young Poet, I often think back to this little book to be one of those (few) works in which an ethic for life - an ethic for all aspects of a full human life - is contained in a few pages sensitive, intelligent, bright.
on love and women, for example, Rilke's views are a striking modernity:

[love] is for the individual, an extraordinary chance to mature, to become in self, to become a world, a world in itself for someone else is for him a great and immodest ambition, something that distinguishes him and calls out to sea. [...] One day, the girl will come and the woman, whose name will no longer mean only that which is opposed to the masculine, but something that is by itself, something that does not induce any thinking complementarity and no limit, but only one life and existence: the human female.

To think well there, there is little that The Prophet by Khalil Gibran which seems equivalent to the simplicity of expression and the brightness of his remarks.

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We have also seen these women - In a dream or not, but still
waves in enclosures at night -
under their manes mares, spirited
eyes with long soft luster of leather, meat
not available to these new stalls Canvas,
cheap daily to gobble one between two sheets, but the animal
sister who steals and guesses,
even less distinct curls, her lace
undulating wave that is not foam, flexible
fawn all of which are
hunters and the best armed
never reaches because it is hidden deep inside his own body he
can not penetrate - a roar he claimed victory - because it is only
as the threshold
its own garden,
or a flaw in the night unable to shake
the wall, or trap
flavored fruit dripping fruit,
but would look - and tears.

is a poem by Philip Jaccottet (Songs from below); I wanted to illustrate a photograph of Leonor Fini, as it made me think about it .. . Et .. yes, I'm (finally) back!