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Posted by Remy on July 13, 2009

We don’t dare to do paintings of you as we want to:
you are the early dawn, from whom the whole morning rose.
We haul out of the ancient color boxes
the same strokes and the same brilliant light
with which the Great Saint kept you secret.

We construct paintings all around you like walls,
so that thousands of walls are standing around you now.
Our pious hands lay a cover over you
whenever we feel that you are open toward us.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Number 3 from A Book for the Hours of Prayer
translated by Robert Bly

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