Writing sounds like a space
that no word has ever entered;
the beginnings of some-
thing personal in your most
indifferent hour.
Turn your attention
to this growing familiarity,
rediscover a heap of half-broken
things where movement has room.
Nobody can find the original
recipe for perfection.
Sources:
Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
The
Bungalows
by John Ashbery
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