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

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a superb, insightful and sympathetic poem. Would like to see the German.