You don’t know nights of love? No
petals of soft words float on your blood?
No secret places on your body
throb with memories, like eyes?
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Paris, Winter 1913-14.,” Uncollected Poems, translation by Edward Snow. (North Point Press; 1st North Point Pbk. Ed., Bilingual Ed edition April 11, 1997)