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Emergence
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The hour draws to a close and touches me |
1899.09.20!September 20, 1899
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I live my life in growing rings |
1899.09.20!September 20, 1899
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I have many brothers in sutans |
1899.09.20!September 20, 1899
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We are not allowed to paint you on our own |
1899.09.20!September 20, 1899
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I love my being's dark hours |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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You, neighbor God, if I have you sometimes |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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If only it were so very quiet for once |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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I'm living now that the century is drawing to a close |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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I read it from your word |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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The pale Abel boy says: I am not. The brother did something to me |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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You darkness I come from |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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I believe in anything never said before |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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I am too alone in the world and yet not alone enough |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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You see, I want a lot |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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We build on you with trembling hands |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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From the fact that someone once wanted you |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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Who of his life many contradictions |
1899,09,22!September 22, 1899
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Why are my hands wrong in the brushes? |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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I am, you more fearful. Do not you hear me |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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My life is not this steep hour |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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If I grew up somewhere |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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I find you in all of these things |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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Voice of a young brother: I'm slipping away, I'm slipping away |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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See, God, a new one is coming to build you |
1899.09.24!September 24, 1899
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I love you, you gentlest law |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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We are workers: squires, disciples, masters |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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You are great that I am no longer |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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So many angels are looking for you in the light |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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Those were Michelangelo's days |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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The branch of the tree god that reaches across Italy |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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Then she also was raised to fruit |
1905.05.01!Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
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But as if the load had the fruit hangers |
1905.05.01!Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
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That's how they were painted; especially one |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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With a branch that was never like it |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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I can't believe little death |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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What will you do god when i die? |
1899.09.26!September 26, 1899
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You're the whispering soot |
1899.09.27!September 27, 1899
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To the young brother: You, boy yesterday, to whom the confusion came |
1899.09.29!September 29, 1899
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To the young brother: Then pray as he teaches you |
1899.09.29!September 29, 1899
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I have hymns that I keep silent |
1899.09.29!September 29, 1899
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God how do I understand your hour |
1899.09.29!September 29, 1899
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Everyone who wakes their hands |
1899.09.30!September 30, 1899
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The name is like a light to us |
1899.09.31!September 30 or October 1, 1899
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Your very first word was: light |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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You come and go. The doors are falling |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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You are the deepest that towered |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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I know: you are the enigmatic one |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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Such is my day's work, above that |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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You many unoccupied cities |
1905.05.01!Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
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I come home from my wings |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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You are only caught in the act |
1899, 10, 01!October 1, 1899
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My life has the same dress and hair |
1899, 10, 02!October 2, 1899
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And God commands me to write |
1899, 10, 02!October 2, 1899
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A thousand theologians turned up |
1899, 10, 02!October 2, 1899
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The poets have scattered you |
1899, 10, 02!October 2, 1899
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There is seldom sun in Sobór |
1899, 10, 02!October 2, 1899
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Then I entered as a pilgrim |
1899, 10, 02!October 2, 1899
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Like the guardian in the vineyards |
1905.05.01!Worpswede, around May 1, 1905
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God only speaks to everyone before he makes him |
1899, 10, 04!October 4, 1899
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I was with the oldest monks, the painters and those who reported myths |
1899, 10, 04!October 4, 1899
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You darkening ground, patiently you bear the walls |
1899, 10, 04!October 4, 1899
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I only woke up like this as a child |
1899, 10, 05!October 5, 1899
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That I wasn't a while ago |
1899, 10, 05!October 5, 1899
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The light in the top of your tree makes noise |
1899,10,10!October 10, 1899
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You willing, and your grace came |
1899, 10, 12!October 12, 1899
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An hour from the edge of the day |
1899, 10, 14!October 14, 1899
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And yet: happens to me |
1899, 10, 14!October 14, 1899
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