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You don't survive in mebecause of memories;nor are you mine becauseof a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you presentis the ardent detourthat a slow tendernesstraces in my blood.
I do not needto see you appear;being born sufficed for meto lose you a little less.
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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