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Is It Not Time

Is it not time
to free ourselves from the beloved
even as we, trembling, endure the loving?
As the arrow endures the bowstring’s tension
so that, released, it travels farther.
For there is nowhere to remain.

— Rilke, From the First Duino Elegy

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