For Hans Carossa

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

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Comments (2)

This is for Poem Hunter, for if someone in your organization chose to have this transcendent poem read by a robot, it is past time to reconsider the importance of the human voice in poetry. That any poem would be read by a nonhuman voice is a grave error. That For Hans Carossa is read by a robot is a travesty.
a superb, insightful and sympathetic poem. Would like to see the German.