Again, Again!
Again, again, even if we know the countryside of love,
And the tiny churchyard with its names mourning,
And the chasm, more and more silent, terrifying, into which the others
Dropped: we walk out together anyway
Beneath the ancient trees, we lie down again,
Again, among the flowers, and face the sky.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke
(1875 - 1926)
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