Saturday, January 23, 2010

Rainer Maria Rilke

She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
if we had to exist to become the one we love
what would the heart have to create?
Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves
if I wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.

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