Ah, could we escape counters and strikers of hours,
One morning eagerly outside, hot youthfulness with hunters,
Shouts
in the clamor of hounds.
Thrashing through bushes, collness joyfully spraying us,
And we in the new and the free – feeling in the earliest
breezes
the
exact connection.
This we were meant for. Lighthearted exhilarated appearance.
Not, in the rigid room, after a night of negation,
one
more negation-filled day.
These are eternally in the right, these pressed so close to
life;
Because they are the living, the infinitely affirmed
animal steps into the mortal blow.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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