Oh, and the night, the night, when the wind full of space
wears out our faces – whom would she not stay for,
the longed-for, gentle, disappointing one, whom the solitary heart
with difficulty stands before. Is she less heavy for lovers?…

Many a star
must have been there for you so you might feel it…

Isn’t it time that, loving,
we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured
as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight,
something more than itself? 
For staying is nowhere…

The eternal current
sweeps all the ages, within it, through both the spheres,
forever, and resounds above them in both…

First music ventured to penetrate arid rigidity,
so that, in startled space, which an almost godlike youth
suddenly left forever, the emptiness first felt
the quivering that now enraptures us, and comforts, and helps.

~Rainer Maria Rilke, from the Duino Elegies