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After Rilke's “Les Fenêtres” i how much     loss gains suddenly in emphasis and     brilliant sadness ii far from that which lives and turns iii languages of our vain comings and goings wilt and gnaw iv beat them,                                punish them for having said and always said v tear out, finally,      our spells vi one life pours and grows impatient for another life vii and the lovers, look on them there, immobile and frail pinned like the butterflies for the beauty of their wings viii too great in the outdoors ix like the lyre, you should be rendered a constellation