hello-i've been looking for a poem by rilke containing the following--(or something like this anyway)

"and she feels it like seduction when her hardened hand, in which fevers once burned blah blah i don't remember this part rests against her hard set chin"

i NEED this poem--help me out please! thanks-molly

-- Molly Dorff (dorf0012@tc.umn.edu), June 26, 1999