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She lay. And they were, childlike arms,
of/by/from (to kowtow) : withering/languishing/wilting/sagging : bound/tied
on which they stood : the sweetened : reaching : hours
a little anxious over his many yearssometimes she turned in his beard
her face if an owl cried/screeched
and everything, what the night was, came and enlightened
with anxiety/ trembling : to long for/longing : to part/ around them

stars trembling as their peers
scent/perfume : went searching

 

[UPDATE: Mystery solved. Upon further reflection I remembered this Rilke translation I did and posted nearly three years ago to the day. This is my notes from that endeavor. What a relief, I thought it was some misremembered ravings.]

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