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The Selkie's Song|The Opal Dream Cave



This is the creature there has never been.They never knew it, and yet, nonetheless,they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.Not there because they loved it; it behaved
as though it were. They always left some space.And in that clear, unpeopled space they savedit lightly reared its head, with scarce a traceof not being there. They fed it, not with corn,but only with the possibilityof being. And that was able to confersuch strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.Whitely it stole up to a maid – to bewithin the silver mirror and in her.— This Is The Creature, by Rainer Maria Rilke.

This is the creature there has never been.
They never knew it, and yet, nonetheless,
they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.

Not there because they loved it; it behaved

as though it were. They always left some space.
And in that clear, unpeopled space they saved
it lightly reared its head, with scarce a trace

of not being there. They fed it, not with corn,
but only with the possibility
of being. And that was able to confer
such strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.

Whitely it stole up to a maid – to be
within the silver mirror and in her.
— This Is The Creature, by Rainer Maria Rilke.
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