Rainer Maria Rilke on Dreams

      _{Imogen Cunningham, The Unmade Bed (1957)}

"That's how it always is. People would sooner weave their dreams deep into the linens than let them grow up next to them into a life without enough sun for them to ripen. When you near your end, you leave your dreams behind in small and seemingly worthless, old-fashioned things, which betray no secrets before they perish in turn. And not because they keep quiet, but because they sing their sentimental songs in a language which no one left alive can understand, for which there is no dictionary and no teacher."

--Rainer Maria Rilke, Interiors, IX