We are none lucider or blinder,
we are all searchers for a cure, –
and so you became perhaps the finder,
Kleist, impatient and obscure.
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Matthias Glöckner
Poem: Rilke by Kleist’s grave
Matthias Glöckner
We are none lucider or blinder,
we are all searchers for a cure, –
and so you became perhaps the finder,
Kleist, impatient and obscure.