The sisters by Rainer Maria Rilke

Look how the same possibilities

Unfold in their opposite demeanours,

As though one saw different ages

Passing through two identical rooms,

Each thinks that she props up the other,

While resting wearily on her support;

And they can’t make use of one another,

For they cause blood to rest on blood,

When as in the former times they softly touch

And try, along the tree-lined walks,

To feel themselves conducted and to lead;

Ah, the ways they go are not the same.