Rilke on my mind.
Sonnets to Orpheus, Second Part, 13
Be in all advance of parting, as if it were
behind you like the winter just now going by.
For among winters there's one so endlessly winter
that, wintering, your heart will win through.
Be forever dead in Eurydice--, and climb more singingly,
climb more praisingly, back into pure relation.
Here, among the vanishing, be, in the realm of decline
be a ringing glass that shatters even as it rings.
Be--and know as well the terms of nonbeing,
the infinite ground of your inmost vibration,
so that, this once, you may wholly fulfill them.
To the used, as well as the mute and muffled
stock of nature's fullness, to the inexpressible sums,
add yourself jubilantly, and erase the score.
---
Nietszche's self-propelled wheel?
Be in all advance of parting, as if it were
behind you like the winter just now going by.
For among winters there's one so endlessly winter
that, wintering, your heart will win through.
Be forever dead in Eurydice--, and climb more singingly,
climb more praisingly, back into pure relation.
Here, among the vanishing, be, in the realm of decline
be a ringing glass that shatters even as it rings.
Be--and know as well the terms of nonbeing,
the infinite ground of your inmost vibration,
so that, this once, you may wholly fulfill them.
To the used, as well as the mute and muffled
stock of nature's fullness, to the inexpressible sums,
add yourself jubilantly, and erase the score.
---
Nietszche's self-propelled wheel?