oh it’s but nothing for the lack of words, (n)or lack of want
07/26/2012 § Leave a comment
Oh not because happiness exists,
that too-hasty profit from approaching loss.
But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this feelting world, which in some strange way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
..Ah, but what can we take along
into that other realm? Not the art of looking,
which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.
The sufferings, then. And, above all, the heaviness,
and the long experience of love, — just what is wholly
— from The Ninth Duino Elegy
Rainer Maria Rilke