Shop Quotes - page 19
You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house -, and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, - you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening.
Rainer Maria Rilke