Rainer Maria Rilke

(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)

For Hans Carossa Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke


Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kindgdom of transformation.
When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve.


Translated by Stephen Mitchell

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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