Pictures of sorts

Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

A poem--can't swear to the translation or line breaks:

For Hans Carossa
 -by Rainer Maria Rilke

Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.
When something's let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve.