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Rainer Maria Rilke - Night (This night, agitated by the growing storm)
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This night, agitated by the growing storm,
how it has suddenly expanded its dimensions—,
that ordinarily would have gone unnoticed,
like a cloth folded, and hidden in the folds of time.

Where the stars give resistance it does not stop there,
neither does it begin within the forest`s depths,
nor show upon the surface of my face
nor with your appearance.

The lamps keep swaying, fully unaware:
is our light lying?
Is night the only reality
that has endured through thousands of years?


Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
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