The Poet : Rainer Maria Rilke

You're withdrawing from me, hour.
The beating of your wings leaves me bruised.
Alone : what shal I do with my mouth?
my night? my day?

I have no loved one, no house,
no place to lead a life.
All the things to which I give myself
grow rich and spend me.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

 Translated and edited by Edward Snow
From 'The Poetry of Rilke' Bilingual Edition 

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