Put out my eyes: I see you still the same;
deaden my ears: I cannot help but hear you;
without my feet still I can walk towards you;
without my mouth still I evoke your name.
Break both my arms, and I will hold you fast:
my stronger heart will grasp you like a hand;
arrest my heart: my brain will throb its beat;
ignite my brain with firebrand,
then I will bear you in my blood’s heat.
- Rilke, The book of hours