I leave you with a fragment from the poem Requiem, written by the man in 1909. It's one of my favorite snippets of his poems.
"We need, in love, to practice only this:
letting each other go. For holding on
comes easily; we do not need to learn it."
We would've been good friends, him and I, supposing I were to speak German and be living a good 100 years or so earlier...
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