Parting Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

Parting

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How I have felt that thing that's called 'to part',
and feel it still: a dark, invincible,
cruel something by which what was joined so well
is once more shown, held out, and torn apart.

In what defenceless gaze at that I've stood,
which, as it, calling to me, let me go,
stayed there, as though it were all womanhood,
yet small and white and nothing more than, oh,

waving, now already unrelated
to me, a sight, continuing wave,--scarce now
explainable: perhaps a plum-tree bough
some perchinig cuckoo's hastily vacated.


Translated by J.B. Leishman

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 February 2017

A beautiful poem rich in rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing it here.

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