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World   after Rilke   World was in the face of the beloved, but suddenly it flooded all away. World is elusive. World cannot be held.   Why didn’t I lift it wholly to my mouth and drink it down, and savor it, World, its full bouquet, from my beloved’s face?   Oh, I drank. […]

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