EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Friday, January 25, 2019
Rainer Maria Rilke - “The Neighbor”
Strange violin, are you following me?
In how many distant cities already
has your lonely night spoken to mine?
Do hundreds play you? Or does one?
Are there in all great cities
such as without you would
already have lost themselves in the rivers?
And why does it always happen to me?
Why am I always neighbor to those
who fearfully force you to sing
and to say: Life is heavier
than the heaviness of all things?