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After Rilke's Letters -- by John VanDyke Wilmerding II this is my letter to a young person poet you may be, but yet not know it love is life’s great end, its final purpose that for which all other tests prepare us love is not to merge, nor to surrender yet leads into solitude most tender alone, into wholeness, one is called before contemplating how one might wed that your other might not lack your loving owing to you finding yourself wanting however far you are from who you are that’s the distance you’ll travel for true love be patient and wait on your completeness only then can grow your full tenderness be yourself, and you become another enhancing your one beloved other -- original poem written May 27, 2015,'after' Rainer Maria Rilke's 'Letters to a Young Poet

I believe that almost all our sorrows are moments of tension which we experience as a paralysis, because we no longer hear our estranged feelings living. Because we are alone with the strange thing that has entered into us; because for a moment everything familiar and customary has been taken from us; because we stand in the middle of a crossing where we cannot remain standing.

Perhaps all the dragons of your life are princesses, who are only waiting for us to show a little beauty and courage. Perhaps at the very bottom every horror is something helpless, that wants help from us

And those, who come together in the night and are twined in quivering pleasure, are performing a serious work and are heaping up sweetness, depth and force for the song of some coming poet, who will arise to express inexpressible ecstasies

Most events are inexpressible, and take place in a sphere that no word has ever entered. Most inexpressible of all are works of art, existences full of secrets whose life continues alongside ours, while ours is transitory.

Ninguém o pode aconselhar ou ajudar, — ninguém. Não há senão um caminho. Procure entrar em si mesmo. Investigue o motivo que o manda escrever; examine se estende suas raízes pelos recantos mais profundos de sua alma; confesse a si mesmo: morreria, se lhe fosse vedado escrever? Isto acima de tudo: pergunte a si mesmo na hora mais tranqüila de sua noite: "Sou mesmo forçado a escrever?” Escave dentro de si uma resposta profunda. Se for afirmativa, se puder contestar àquela pergunta severa por um forte e simples "sou", então construa a sua vida de acordo com esta necessidade. Sua vida, até em sua hora mais indiferente e anódina, deverá tornar-se o sinal e o testemunho de tal pressão