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Слушать(AI)Blank Joy
She who did not come, wasn't she determinednonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,what would the heart have to create?
Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you arethe center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's becauseI preferred you among so many outlined joys.
Translated by A.
Poulin
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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