When a poet rubs a piece of furniture, when he puts a little fragrant wax on his table with the woolen cloth, he registers this object officially as a member of the human household.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Everyday Sacred by Sue BenderWhen a poet rubs a piece of furniture, when he puts a little fragrant wax on his table with the woolen cloth, he registers this object officially as a member of the human household.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Everyday Sacred by Sue Bender