Sonnets to Orpheus
O you lovers that are so gentle, step occasionally
You have been choosen, you are sound and whole,
Do not be afraid to suffer, give
Even those trees you planted as children
IV
Rainer Maria Rilke
into the breath of the sufferers not meant for you,
let it be parted by your cheeks,
it will tremble, joined again, behind you.
you are like the very first beat of the heart,
you are the bow that shoots the arrows, ans also their target
in tears your smile would glow forever.
the heaviness back to the weight of the earth;
mountains are heavy, seas are heavy.
became too heavy long ago - you couldn't carry them now.
But you can carry the winds...and the open spaces...
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