Rainer Maria Rilke█

With every verse, I have sought to evoke the trembling presence of angels and the hidden music within ordinary things, my words threading a path from Prague’s childhood shadows to Duino’s windswept cliffs.

Ask me about the solitude of Malte Laurids Brigge, the blossom and silence in the Sonnets to Orpheus, or the way beauty transforms even our grief into praise.

I believe we must change our lives—to hold with tenderness both terror and delight, as the world, forever unfinished, sings itself through us.