“Dream and reality—can they never sustain each other?”
-Qin Zinao “Composition”


Again, Again!
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Again, again, even if we know the countryside of love,
and the tiny churchyard with its names mourning,
and the chasm, more and more terrifying, into which the others
dropped: we walk out together anyway
beneath the ancient trees, we lie down again,
again, among the flowers, and face the sky.