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Av Christian - 16 oktober 2008 14:43
- O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?
How shall I pass my days? And how my nights?
I have no one to love. I have no home.
There is no center to sustain my life.
All things to which I give myself grow rich
and leave me spent, impoverished, alone.
- Rainer Maria Riilke
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
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