scinnlaece:

See how thy hands are torn—thy gentle hands—:

Belovèd, not by me, not by my kiss.

Thy infinite heart to all men open stands, 

O, I alone, alone, should have that bliss.

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Pietà,” trans. by Jessie Lemont

August 31 2020 with 1787 Notes
Source: scinnlaece
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