again and again

A little tiny Rilke for y'all tonight:

Again and again, even though we know love's landscape
and the little churchyard with its lamenting names
and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others
end: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again
among the flowers, and look up into the sky.

—Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926), "Again and again, even though we know love's landscape," from Uncollected Poems, translated by Edward Snow (1996).