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Ornamental cloudscompose an evening love song;a road leaves evasively.
The new moon beginsa new chapter of our nights,of those frail nightswe stretch out and which minglewith these black horizontals.
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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