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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Evening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And night and distant rumbling; now the army's<br>carrier-train was moving out, to war.<br>He looked up from the harpsichord, and as<br>he went on playing, he looked across at her</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">almost as one might gaze into a mirror:<br>so deeply was her every feature filled<br>with his young features, which bore his pain and were<br>more beautiful and seductive with each sound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, suddenly, the image broke apart.<br>She stood, as though distracted, near the window<br>and felt the violent drum-beats of her heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His playing stopped. From outside, a fresh wind blew.<br>And strangely alien on the mirror-table<br>stood the black shako with its ivory skull.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=480374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Translated by Stephen Mitchell</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rainer+Maria+Rilke">Rainer Maria Rilke</a></strong></div>

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