Poetry Quote by Audrey Niffenegger
““Alba, it's okay,' Clare says softly. She looks at me. 'Say the poem about lovers on the carpet.' I blank, and then I remember. I feel self-conscious reciting Rilke in front of all these people, and so I begin: 'Engel!: Es wäre ein Platz, den wir nicht wissen-' 'Say it in English,' Clare interrupts. 'Sorry.””
