April 29

Sometimes you think about what you have lost. Sometimes you want to recover them. Sometimes they fade away. Sometimes they linger and define you. Sometimes you lose what you will never have ever again.

They say it’s always for a reason. But have you ever heard that the heart has its reason that reason knows nothing of?

I don’t think I can ever write great poetry. Rainer Maria Rilke had done it all for me.

Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,
keeping on toward the future,
toward what has been lost.

Once. You lamented? What was it? A fallen berry
of jubilation, unripe.
But now the whole tree of my jubilation
is breaking, in the storm it is breaking, my slow
tree of joy.
Loveliest in my invisible
landscape, you that made me more known
to the invisible angels.

-Lament
translated by Stephen Mitchell

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