Wednesday, April 20, 2011

To have come through it: to have joyfully
survived even the happiness - quietly, completely.
First the testings were mute, then verbal.
Who could look back unamazed?

No one has been able, since life lasts
because no one could.- But the infiniteness
of the attempts! The new greenness of the birch trees
is not so new as that which befalls us.

A wood dove coos. And again what you suffered
seems, ah, as if yet unlived-through.
The bird keeps calling. You are in the middle
of the call. Awake and weakened.

- Rilke