Again, Again!

Again, again, even if we know the countryside of
love,
and the tiny churchyard with its names
mourning,
and the chasms, more and more terrifying, into
which the others
dropped: we walk out together anyway
beneath the ancient trees, we lie down again,
again, among the flowers, and face the sky.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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