Translated by Austrian Rilke Ye Rugang.

Put out my eyes: I can still see you.

Punch my ear: I can still hear you.

I can still walk towards you without feet.

I can still call you without a mouth.

Break my arm, I will use my heart.

Hold you tight, just like with your hand.

Stop my heart and my brain will beat.

You throw the flame into my head again,

I will take you with my blood.

l？ I like Australia.

Rainer Maria Rilke

l？ I can't see anything,

I want to ask you: can I? Ren,

What about you? I can get out of here,

No one can let me down. Ren.

My arm hurts, and I'm afraid.

With one of my hands, Herzen,

Stop me, stop me,

In my brand,

So I cried with my mother.

Note Rilke, Austrian poet. He is regarded as the greatest German poet after Holdrin and Goethe. /kloc-0 was born in Prague (which belonged to Austria-Hungary at that time) in 875, and died of rare septicemia at the age of 5/kloc-0. It is said that the source of the disaster comes from the thorn of the rose, so he is called "the poet assassinated by the rose". He once worked as an assistant to the sculptor Rodin, had close contacts with the famous painter Cezanne, called on the literary master lev tolstoy, and had contacts with Freud, the originator of psychoanalysis. In his later years, he wrote two representative works, Elegy of Duinau and Sonnet for Orville, which are considered as masterpieces in the history of modern poetry. Rilke met countless women in her life, including many celebrities, ladies and gentlemen. What is particularly talked about is that at the age of 265438, he fell in love with Mrs. Andreas Salome, who was 14 years older than him. Mrs Salome was born into a noble family. She is Nietzsche's first love, Freud's female disciple, and a legendary woman living among European knowledge salons. 1897 In the summer, a poem dedicated to God but actually dedicated to Salome was born-it extinguished my eyes. Rejected Nietzsche's Salome, accepted Rilke's love, lived and traveled together, and the relationship ended three years later. To some extent, Mrs Salome was also his guide and muse, and Rilke wrote many passionate poems for her.

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To Salome.

O' Rilke

I indulge myself too much.

Not only are things different, but all souls are free.

Their eyes contain the unity of life.

This is no different from the way portraits fill the frame.

I also forgot the appearance, arguments and curiosity of unremitting pursuit.

Just pretend to be yourself.

Who knows, maybe God's eyes can see the slightest change.

Every time I get addicted to you

Growing up on you, secretly haunting your heart endlessly.

I just took off my vanity mask.

I hold you in my arms.

It's like someone covering their face with a handkerchief and holding their breath.

No, it's more like stopping bleeding.

In case the fountain of life erupts.

I see you are blushing.

How can anyone understand what happened between us?

Has made up for everything that time can't cash.

In every round of withered youth

I grew up very well.

And you, my love, have wild childhood memories in your heart: those moments.

It must be the shale that has accumulated in my life.

Water precipitated from the rough waves.

I don't need to miss it, because you made me.

This makes me feel uneasy.

In a very cold place far away from you, even if you are not felt, your absence gives people warmth.

Really, it's better than being alone.

Missing always enters illusion inadvertently.

When your shadow clearly emerges

Moonlight perched on the window lattice.

Why should I give up on myself?