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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of The Widow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the beginning life was good to me;<br>it held me warm and gave me courage.<br>That this is granted all while in their youth,<br>how could I then have known of this.<br>I never knew what living was----.<br>But suddenly it was just year on year,<br>no more good, no more new, no more wonderful.<br>Life had been torn in two right down the middle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was not his fault nor mine<br>since both of us had nothing but patience;<br>but death has none.<br>I saw him coming (how rotten he looked),<br>and I watched him as he took and took:<br>and nothing was mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, then, belonged to me; was mine, my own?<br>Was not even this utter wretchedness<br>on loan to me by fate?<br>Fate does not only claim your happiness,<br>it also wants your pain back and your tears<br>and buys the ruin as something useless, old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fate was present and acquired for a nothing<br>every expression my face is capable of,<br>even to the way I walk.<br>The daily diminishing of me went on<br>and after I was emptied fate gave me up<br>and left me standing there, abandoned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rainer+Maria+Rilke">Rainer Maria Rilke</a><div class=q>
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it held me warm and gave me courage.
That this is granted all while in their youth,
how could I then have known of this.
I never knew what living was----.
But suddenly it was just year on year,
no more good, n..."></div>
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