Be ahead of
all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has
just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly
winter
that only by wintering through it all will your heart
survive.
Be forever
dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise
into the seamless life proclaimed in your
song.
Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days,
be the crystal
cup that shattered even as it rang.
Be-and yet
know the great void where all things begin,
the infinite source of your own
most intense vibration,
so that, this once, you may give it your perfect
assent.
To all that is
used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb
creatures in the world's full
reserve, the unsayable sums,
joyfully add yourself, and cancel the
count.
~
Rilke, The Sonnets to Orpheus XIII
(translated by Stephen
Mitchell)