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“To them, in their confusion, the arc of fate resembles nothing they have ever known before. Just as, for so long, we were mistaken about the movement of the sun, we are still mistaken about what lies ahead of us in time. The future stands firm, dear Mr. Kappus; we, however, drift in infinite space.”

Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke

Book:Letters to a Young Poet
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Letters to a Young Poet

This book is a compilation of personal correspondence between a famous poet and a young individual seeking advice on poetry and the creative process. The letters delve into the complexities of artistic expression, the challenges of living as a poet, and the importance of self-discovery and authenticity in one's work. more

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Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke

German poet known for his profound poetry and epistolary works. Rainer Maria Rilke's poetry style is unique, often exploring themes such as loneliness, love, and religious faith. more

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