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endless-unfolding
Who reckons up our yield? Who separates
us from our years that have gone by?
What have we learned from our beginnings
except that one thing knows itself in others?
Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. David Young, from a 1914 poem in Rilke’s notebooks, in The Cortland Review
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