[…] one very dark night Rilke and two friends perceive ‘the lighted casement of a distant hut, the hut that stands quite alone on the horizon before one comes to fields and marshlands.’ This image of solitude, symbolized by a single light moves the poet’s heart in so personal a way that it isolates him from his companions. Speaking of this group of three friends, Rilke adds: ‘Despite the fact that we were very close to one another, we remained three isolated individuals, seeing night for the first time.’
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— from: the poetics of space by gaston bachelard
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I dream an abstract-concrete daydream. My bed is a small boat lost at sea; and the sudden whistling is the wind in the sails. On every side the air is filled with the sound of furious klaxoning. I talk to give myself cheer: there now, your skiff is holding its own, you are safe in your stone boat. Sleep, in spite of the storm. Sleep in the storm. Sleep in your own courage, happy to be a man who is assailed by wind and wave.

And I fall asleep, lulled by the noise of Paris.

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— from: the poetics of space by gaston bachelard
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