RILKE
Who has turned us around like this, so that we always
no matter what we do, keep the mien
of someone always leaving? Like a man
when the last hill shows him his undivided valley
for the last time, will turn, cling, linger—
that’s how we’ve lived, forever parting.
Who has turned us around like this, so that we always
no matter what we do, keep the mien
of someone always leaving? Like a man
when the last hill shows him his undivided valley
for the last time, will turn, cling, linger—
that’s how we’ve lived, forever parting.
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