One day, when you leave this life of ours,
will you still be able to fall asleep
without feeling my familiar whisper creep
across your head like a crown of flowers?
Without waking up inside my embrace
where words are kisses like butterflies
that I press to your breasts and arms and thighs
and on your face?
Without me to enable you to enfold
the solitude that is yours alone,
like a bordered garden overgrown
with anise stars only you behold?
Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2013