Look how the same possibilities <br />unfold in their opposite demeanors, <br />as though one saw different ages <br />passing through two identical rooms. <br /> <br />Each thinks that she props up the other, <br />while resting wearily on her support; <br />and they can't make use of one another, <br />for they cause blood to rest on blood, <br /> <br />when as in the former times they softly touch <br />and try, along the tree-lined walks, <br />to feel themselves conducted and to lead; <br />ah, the ways they go are not the same.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sisters/
