Help me find out who this poet is. "When young we mourn for one woman,
as we grow old, for women in general.
The tragedy of life is that man is never free, but strives for what can never be.
The thing most feared in dreams, always happens. My life, my love, where are they now?
But the more the pain grows, the more this instinct for life somehow asserts itself.
The necessary beauty in life is in giving yourself to it completely. Only later will it clarify itself and become coherent."
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