The Poet

<title>The Poet</title>
<h1>The Poet</h1>
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You Hour! From me you ever take your flight,
    Your swift wings wound me as they whir along;
    Without you void would be my day and night,
    Without you I'll not capture my great song.

    I have no earthly spot where I can live,
    I have no love, I have no household fane,
    And all the things to which myself I give
    Impoverish me with richness they attain.

        Rainer Maria Rilke
        (tr. Jessie Lamont)
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