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You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.
I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
(Translated by A. Poulin)
The poem I carry with me these days. Rilke speaks to my heart, always.
Lovely! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. I'm glad you liked it. :)
Deletelovely Odessa
ReplyDelete...thank you!