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Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flightof the bird you wound remains,and perhaps flowers survivecaresses in us, in their ground.
It isn't the gesture that lasts,but it dresses you again in goldarmor —from breast to knees—and the battle was so purean Angel wears it after you.
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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