里尔克诗译：失去 - Losing

Losing

Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting

still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.

When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are

rarely the center

of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous

curve.

（Original Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke， English translation by A. Poulin)

失去

失去也是我们自己的；哪怕是忘记

在转变的领域里 也还是保持了特定的形状

当你对什么东西放开手 它会盘旋而去 虽然我们

很少会成为被围绕的中心 但它总会在我们的四周画出那条

不间断的 美妙的

曲线