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A poem for INTJ ‘s everywhere

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Sense of Something

I am like a flag in the center of open space.

I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live

it through

while the things of the world still do not move:

the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full

of silence,

the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.

I leap out, and fall back,

and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone

in the great storm.

Translated by Robert Bly

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Published in POSITIVE PSYCHOLOGY, WELLBEING & POETRY

2 Comments

  1. Gaye Prior Gaye Prior

    Good morning Jo

    Hope you are well and thawing. We in the grip of a drought.

    I live in a backwoods where some of the letters skate over my head. What does INTJ stand for?

    G

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