What Survives

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.

It isn't the gesture that lasts,
but it dresses you again in gold
armor --from breast to knees--
and the battle was so pure
an Angel wears it after you.

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  • bigjojopapa

    Can't believe such deep and poignant words! This touches the soul like nothing else. It perfectly encapsulates the power of actions and their lasting impact. It's like everything you do or experience always remains, in one way or the other. Just wow!