Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting <br />still has a shape in the kindgdom of transformation. <br />When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are <br /> rarely the center <br />of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous <br /> curve. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Stephen Mitchell<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-hans-carossa/
