O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?
How shall I pass my days? And how my nights?
I have no one to love. I have no home.
There is no center to sustain my life.
All things to which I give myself grow rich
and leave me spent, impoverished, alone.
The Poet
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Poem topics: I love you, home, life, flight, mouth, sustain, alone, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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