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.

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Poet: Rainer Maria Rilke
Poem: For Hans Carossa

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