Lovers, if Angels could understand them, might utterstrange things in the midnight air. For it seems that everything'strying to hide us. Look, the trees exist; the houseswe live in still stand where they were. We onlypass everything by like a transposition of air. And all combines to suppress us, partly as shame, perhaps, and partly as inexpressible hope.
Rainer Maria RilkeAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: December 4, 1875
- Died: December 29, 1926