play it again, Rainer

Posted by on Feb 3, 2012 in Poetry, Rainer Maria Rilke | No Comments

I was burning. A slow, surreptitious fire. A diffuse thread of lightning tracing down my body. Not the shock of one hard blow but, like dark ink, a slow and spreading stain of pain. And, I kept telling myself it’s just a little pain. It’s just a physical discomfort. (Do you, like me, think first ...

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