Dig out my eyes, I can still see you, block my ears, I can still hear you; I can walk to you without feet, and I can still pray for you without mouth.
Break my arm, and I will still hug you with my heart, just like my hands.
Clamp my heart, my brain will not stop; You set fire to my brain, and I will still trust you with my blood.
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Rilke, who traveled all over Europe, wrote many beautiful and complicated poems. After World War I, he came to an old castle in Switzerland and reached the peak of his life.