In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
And yet there is Someone, whose hands / infinitely calm, hold up all this falling.
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Robert Bly, from Selected Poems (via dark-splendor)
2090 n quote on Agosto 27, 2017 / words.
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