deepest hour night, confess die forbidden write. look deep heart sprea — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters a Young Poet

Letters to a Young Poet Rainer Maria Rilke

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In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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