The trees I always marveled at, those
palpable distances, the felt meadows,
and every mystery that filled me with awe.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus (translated by A. Poulin, Jr.)
"and in the end
when the shadow from the ground
enters the body and remains,
in the end, you might say,
This is myself
still unknown, still a mystery."
— Linda Hogan, from “Inside”