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Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don't even know what songs

would please you.

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love

again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers…

Love Song

Yet everything that touches us, me and you,

takes us together like a violin's bow,

which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

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