Again and again,
however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with
its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the
others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the
ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with
the sky.
~ Rainer
Maria Rilke ~
(translation by
Stephen Mitchell)
for H.T.