Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
by Ranier Rilke
   Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
   and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
   and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
   fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
   under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
   among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
    
   Trans. Stephen Mitchell
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
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