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Letters to a Young Poet
How should
we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at
the beginning of all peoples, the myths about
dragons that at the last moment turn into
princesses: perhaps all the dragons of our lives are
princesses who are only waiting to see us once
beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is
in its deepest being something helpless that wants
help from us.
So you must not be frightened, if a sadness rises
up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if
a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes
over your hands and over all you do. You must think
that something is happening with you, that Life has
not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it
will not let you fall...
-Ranier Maria Rilke
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