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Rainer Maria Rilke - The Blindman`s Song
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I am blind, you outsiders; it is a curse,
a loathsome thing, a contradiction
that weighs more heavily by the day.
I put my hand on the arm of the woman,
my grey hand upon her grey sleeve,
and she leads me through the echoing emptiness.

You bestir yourselves and move, convinced you sound
nothing at all like the ringing of stone against stone,
but you are mistaken: I alone
live and suffer and wail.
Within me is a never-ending scream
and I`m not sure what is screaming, whether it`s my
heart or my entrails.

Do you know these songs? You would never
sing them with an intonation such as mine.
For you, each morning, a new light
warms your lodgings.
And what you feel face-to-face
has led you into forbearance.
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