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By RANIER MARIA RILKE Submitted by wordley Date: 2002 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.22.15.54.15730]] |
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How shall I hold my soul that it may not be touching yours? How shall I lift it then, above you to where other things are waiting? Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all forgot with some lost thing the dark is isolating On some remote and silent spot that,when your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating You and me - all that lights upon us,though, brings us together like a fiddle bow Drawing one voice from two strings it glides along, across what instrument have we been spanned? And what violinist holds us in his hand?-Oh sweetest song! |