Streets that I chanced upon,
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “You Who Never Arrived,” The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. Translated by Stephen Mitchell (Vintage March 13, 1989)