Duino Elegies (8th Elegy, excerpt)

BY RAINER MARIA RILKE

Who has twisted us around like this, so that

no matter what we do, we are in the posture

of someone going away? Just as, upon

the farthest hill, which shows him his whole valley, 

one last time, he turns, stops, lingers—,

so we live here, forever taking leave.

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