For Hans Carossa by Rainer Maria Rilke
Been sick the past few days. I want a brownie. Also I am trying not to write you a letter.
For Hans Carossa
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Stephen MitchellLosing 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.
sh.
rilke teaches me the true meaning of beauty’s relation to terror. once again, i am lost for breath.