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@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ n. pl. **flor·i·le·gi·a** */-dʒi ə/*
> A collection of excerpts from written texts, especially works of literature.
*Florilegium* is a series of essays exploring just how much space we're allowed to take up in the world. While not all of them are provided here, a few are in order to give a sense of the overall work. This project serves as partial fulfillment my MFA in creative writing from Cornell College in Mount Vernon, IA.
*Florilegium* is a series of essays exploring just how much space we're allowed to take up in the world. The originals are provided here order to give a sense of the overall work. This project serves as partial fulfillment my MFA in creative writing from Cornell College in Mount Vernon, IA.
<details><summary>Dedication</summary>

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But tell me, who are these itinerants, more fleeting than even
we ourselves, since early on wrung out by an urgent (for *whose* sake, *whose?*)
always unsatisfied will; which rather wrings them,
bends them, slings and swings them, throws them
and catches them back; and as from an oiled,
slipperier air, they come down
on the worn out carpet, thinner from their
incessant landing, this lost, forlorn carpet in the cosmos,
laid on there like a plaster, as if
But tell me, who are these itinerants, more fleeting than even<br>
we ourselves, since early on wrung out by an urgent (for *whose* sake, *whose?*)<br>
always unsatisfied will; which rather wrings them,<br>
bends them, slings and swings them, throws them<br>
and catches them back; and as from an oiled,<br>
slipperier air, they come down<br>
on the worn out carpet, thinner from their<br>
incessant landing, this lost, forlorn carpet in the cosmos,<br>
laid on there like a plaster, as if<br>
Earth's skyward outskirts had been smarting there. <details><summary>[Note]</summary>
See Rilke p. 47