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[agata.livejournal.com]

Childhood

It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely --and why?

We're still reminded--: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Edward Snow

Comments

[nattyleedread.livejournal.com]

That is amazing...like everything I ever wanted to say but couldn't.

[agata.livejournal.com]

Yeah for sure, I feel the same way.

[eat-you-up.livejournal.com]

thank you, that's great.