Rainer Maria Rilke

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


She lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,
And bound them round the withering old man,
And on him through the long sweet hours she lay,
And little fearful of his many years.

And many times she turned amidst his beard
Her face, as often as the night-owl screeched,
And all that was the night around them reached

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