"Against evil, can peace prevail? The past says not, lest evil spread." from the poem "Ukraine" by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett.
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"Seek peace, yet be prepared. Pray your child is spared. Keep hope in your heart. Pray war shall end and peace shall start." from the poem "Ukraine" by Max Burchett.
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"It is said and now I believe, only the dead have seen the end of war." from the poem "Ukraine" by Max Burchett.
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A restrained mouth stays shut until provocation seem an inevitable retaliation.
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The human mind is like a horse,
Which, untrained can rattle amiss,
Unbridled, can err at its own wish
At a slow or maddening pace
And to any venue and place.
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" We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The Mystic Chords of Memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better Angels of our Nature" -Abe Lincoln
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They have not understood that war brings only death, not glory. Putin has the wisdom of a madman. Zelensky fights him with the weapons Biden sends him. Can he understand that Ukraine will be reduced to dust when he'll have no weapons left?
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Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you, one of the soul's lethal raptors, well aware of your nature. As in the days of Tobias, when one of you, obscuring his radiance, stood at the simple threshold, appearing ordinary rather than appalling while the curious youth peered through the window. ('Rilke's Second Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Who, if I objected, would hear me among the angelic orders?
For if the least One pressed me intimately against its breast,
I would be lost in its infinite Immensity!
Because beauty, which we mortals can barely endure, is the beginning of terror;
we stand awed when it benignly declines to annihilate us.
Every Angel is terrifying!
('Rilke’s First Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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I live outside your gates,
exposed to the rain, exposed to the sun;
sometimes I’ll cradle my right ear
in my right palm;
then when I speak my voice sounds strange,
alien ...
('Das Lied des Bettlers' or 'The Beggar’s Song' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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How can I withhold my soul so that it doesn’t touch yours?
How can I lift mine gently to higher things, alone?
Oh, I would gladly find something lost in the dark
in that inert space that fails to resonate until you vibrate.
There everything that moves us, draws us together like a bow
enticing two taut strings to sing together with a simultaneous voice.
Whose instrument are we becoming together?
Whose, the hands that excite us?
(Rainer Maria Rilke, translation Michael R. Burch)
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His weary vision’s so overwhelmed by iron bars,
his exhausted eyes see only blank Oblivion.
His world is not our world. It has no stars.
No light. Ten thousand bars. Nothing beyond.
('Der Panther' or 'The Panther' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Come, you—the last one I acknowledge; return—
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the spirit once, so now I burn
with you; meanwhile, you consume my flesh.
('Komm, Du' or 'Come, You' by Rainer Maria Rilke,
loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes’ forfeited visions. But still
the figure’s trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism...
('Archaic Torso of Apollo' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Lord, it is time. Let the immense summer go.
Lay your long shadows over the sundials
and over the meadows, let the free winds blow.
('Herbsttag' or 'Autumn Day' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Life is God’s reflection
and hey,
He’s one ugly son-of-a-bitch.
A good golf swing is a body
that has been trained to release its distance.
The mind is an exquisite prison, those who would hate must first unlearn their soul
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the part of me that lived in you is gone.
one day the world shall come beyond my borders
my cat trained its hair to stand at attention
to salute all dogs
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When we have reached ultimate exhaustion, of trying to gain control of the days of our lives, like running horses that cannot be constrained; only then can we come to realize, that God has always been there beside us, softly nudging, gently asking, My child, let me now take the reins.
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Girlfriend means an expert trainer to tame the unbridled horse.
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I'm constrained in my thoughts. I'm confined to conventions of mundane language and mental restrictions.
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I was trained by a loving monster and know no other way but to be a loving monster myself.
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I would like to believe that lazy people are people not having a prominent goodness but a deeply ingrained one.
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That boring, restrained life that you left behind for a few seconds when your heart is pounding in your ears and the wind is blowing.
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When society leaves the fools free and the wise forgotten or restrained, it is called a broken society.
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