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When you near your end, you leave your dreams behind in small

 and seemingly worthless, old-fashioned things,

 which betray no secrets, 

before they perish in turn. *

*Rainer Maria Rilke 4 December 1875 - 29 December 1926

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sixty three

mon alchimie du verbe  (my alchemy of the word) *

* Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 to 10 November 1891)

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All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. *

* Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde  (16 October 1854 to 30 November 1900)

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Your name is a—bird in my hand,

a piece of ice on my tongue.

...

A stone thrown into a silent lake

...

the chill of closed eyelids.*

* from “Poems for Blok” 

Marina Tsvetaeva (8 October 1892 - 31 August 1941)