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The Song Of The Beggar

I am always going from door to door,whether in rain or heat,and sometimes I will lay my right ear inthe palm of my right hand.

And as I speak my voice seems strange as ifit were alien to me,for I'm not certain whose voice is crying:mine or someone else's.

I cry for a pittance to sustain me.

The poets cry for more.

In the end I conceal my entire faceand cover both my eyes;there it lies in my hands with all its weightand looks as if at rest,so no one may think I had no place where-upon to lay my head.

Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

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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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