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I totes made up that subject line. Those aren't even words. My frenzied quoting of things to escape doom:

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Sonnet 6
by Rainer Maria Rilke

Is he native to this realm? No,
his wide nature grew out of both worlds.
They more adeptly bend the willow's branches
who have experience of the willow's roots.

When you go to bed, don't leave bread or milk
on the table: it attracts the dead--
But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he
beneath the mildness of the eyelid

mix their bright traces into every seen thing;
and may the magic of earthsmoke and rue
be as real for him as the clearest connection.

Nothing can mar for him the authentic image;
whether he wanders through houses or graves,
let him praise signet ring, gold necklace, jar.

(Translated by Edward Snow)

Oh, Rainer Maria Rilke. One of my favoritests for sure. *physically suppresses heart from beating out of chest* Some poems really feel like a cheat to me, like the author really wanted to write prose instead but GOT TOO LAZY to put things into proper sentences, hahaHA. But look at how every word is a windfall in good poems! Even though you have no idea what's going on, it's beautiful and you're whirled up into a maelstrom! Oh, Rainer Maria Rilke. You make me so soppy.

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"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!"

She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illumined her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.

"I pass the test," she said. "I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel."

- J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (1954)

This almost makes me want to read stupid Tolkien. ALMOST. I <3'd this part in the movie.

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The best ONTD post EVER. I read every one of those comments, oh yes I did.