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You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrivedin my arms,

Beloved, who were lostfrom the start,

I don't even know what songswould please you.

I have given up tryingto recognize you in the surging wave of the nextmoment.

All the immenseimages in me— the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspectedturns in the path,and those powerful lands that were oncepulsing with the life of the gods-all rise within me to meanyou, who forever elude me.


Beloved, who are allthe gardens I have ever gazed at,longing.

An open windowin a country house—, and you almoststepped out, pensive, to meet me.

Streets that I chanced upon,—you had just walked down them and vanished.

And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrorswere still dizzy with your presence and, startled,gave back my too-sudden image.

Who knows?perhaps the same bird echoed through both of usyesterday, separate, in the evening…Translated by Stephen Mitchell


Rainer Maria Rilke

René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926), was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist. He is "widely recogn…

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