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    This poem is about longing for a lost love who never arrived. The speaker does not know what would please or recognize this beloved. All the images in the speaker - landscapes, cities, and places pulsing with life - rise to mean the beloved who forever eludes them. The beloved is likened to gardens the speaker has gazed at longing. Streets and mirrors still seem dizzy with the beloved's presence, though they are gone. The speaker wonders if perhaps they and the beloved were connected yesterday through the same bird singing in the evening.

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    Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke , translated by Stephen Mitchell

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    You Who Never Arrived -Rilke

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    This poem is about longing for a lost love who never arrived. The speaker does not know what would please or recognize this beloved. All the images in the speaker - landscapes, cities, and places pulsing with life - rise to mean the beloved who forever eludes them. The beloved is likened to gardens the speaker has gazed at longing. Streets and mirrors still seem dizzy with the beloved's presence, though they are gone. The speaker wonders if perhaps they and the beloved were connected yesterday through the same bird singing in the evening.

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    You Who Never Arrived - Rilke

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    soho87
    This poem is about longing for a lost love who never arrived. The speaker does not know what would please or recognize this beloved. All the images in the speaker - landscapes, cities, and places pulsing with life - rise to mean the beloved who forever eludes them. The beloved is likened to gardens the speaker has gazed at longing. Streets and mirrors still seem dizzy with the beloved's presence, though they are gone. The speaker wonders if perhaps they and the beloved were connected yesterday through the same bird singing in the evening.

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    You​ ​Who​ ​Never​ ​Arrived

    Du​ ​im​ ​Voraus


    verlorne​ ​Geliebte,​ ​Nimmergekommene,
    nicht​ ​weiß​ ​ich,​ ​welche​ ​Töne​ ​dir​ ​lieb​ ​sind.
    You​ ​who​ ​never​ ​arrived Nicht​ ​mehr​ ​versuch​ ​ich,​ ​dich,​ ​wenn​ ​das
    in​ ​my​ ​arms,​ ​Beloved,​ ​who​ ​were​ ​lost Kommende​ ​wogt,
    from​ ​the​ ​start, zu​ ​erkennen.​ ​Alle​ ​die​ ​großen
    I​ ​don't​ ​even​ ​know​ ​what​ ​songs Bilder​ ​in​ ​mir,​ ​im​ ​Fernen​ ​erfahrene
    would​ ​please​ ​you.​ ​I​ ​have​ ​given​ ​up​ ​trying Landschaft,
    to​ ​recognize​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​surging​ ​wave​ ​of Städte​ ​und​ ​Türme​ ​und​ ​Brücken​ ​und​ ​un-
    the​ ​next​ ​moment.​ ​All​ ​the​ ​immense vermutete​ ​Wendung​ ​der​ ​Wege
    images​ ​in​ ​me​ ​--​ ​the​ ​far-off,​ ​deeply-felt und​ ​das​ ​Gewaltige​ ​jener​ ​von​ ​Göttern
    landscape,​ ​cities,​ ​towers,​ ​and​ ​bridges,​ ​and einst​ ​durchwachsenen​ ​Länder:
    unsuspected​ ​turns​ ​in​ ​the​ ​path, steigt​ ​zur​ ​Bedeutung​ ​in​ ​mir
    and​ ​those​ ​powerful​ ​lands​ ​that​ ​were​ ​once deiner,​ ​Entgehende,​ ​an.
    pulsing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​life​ ​of​ ​the​ ​gods--
    all​ ​rise​ ​within​ ​me​ ​to​ ​mean Ach,​ ​die​ ​Gärten​ ​bist​ ​du,
    you,​ ​who​ ​forever​ ​elude​ ​me. ach,​ ​ich​ ​sah​ ​sie​ ​mit​ ​solcher
    Hoffnung.​ ​Ein​ ​offenes​ ​Fenster
    You,​ ​Beloved,​ ​who​ ​are​ ​all im​ ​Landhaus​ ​-​ ​,​ ​und​ ​du​ ​tratest​ ​beinahe
    the​ ​gardens​ ​I​ ​have​ ​ever​ ​gazed​ ​at, mir​ ​nachdenklich​ ​heran.​ ​Gassen​ ​fand​ ​ich,​ ​-
    longing.​ ​An​ ​open​ ​window du​ ​warst​ ​sie​ ​gerade​ ​gegangen,
    in​ ​a​ ​country​ ​house--​ ​,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​almost und​ ​die​ ​Spiegel​ ​manchmal​ ​der​ ​Läden​ ​der
    stepped​ ​out,​ ​pensive,​ ​to​ ​meet​ ​me. Händler​ ​waren​ ​noch​ ​schwindlich​ ​von​ ​dir​ ​und
    Streets​ ​that​ ​I​ ​chanced​ ​upon,-- gaben​ ​erschrocken​ ​mein​ ​zu​ ​plötzliches​ ​Bild.​ ​-
    you​ ​had​ ​just​ ​walked​ ​down​ ​them​ ​and Wer​ ​weiß,​ ​ob​ ​derselbe
    vanished. Vogel​ ​nicht​ ​hinklang​ ​durch​ ​uns
    And​ ​sometimes,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​shop,​ ​the​ ​mirrors gestern,​ ​einzeln,​ ​im​ ​Abend?
    were​ ​still​ ​dizzy​ ​with​ ​your​ ​presence​ ​and,
    startled,​ ​gave​ ​back​ ​my​ ​too-sudden​ ​image. Aus:​ ​Die​ ​Gedichte​ ​1910​ ​bis​ ​1922​ ​(Paris,
    Who​ ​knows?​ ​Perhaps​ ​the​ ​same Winter​ ​1913/14)
    bird​ ​echoed​ ​through​ ​both​ ​of​ ​us
    yesterday,​ ​separate,​ ​in​ ​the​ ​evening...
    Rainer​ ​Maria​ ​Rilke

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