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
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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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