Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth. — Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
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Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
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