The Winter Room Notes
We are spendthrifts of sorrows, discount them too early,
Trusting that even the longest must end.
                                                    For they
Are out tree dressed for its Winter, a darker mood- green;
one season out of our own private year. Sorrow is both
season and place; settlement, site, encampment and dwelling.
From the Tenth Elegy of ‘Duino’Elegies’ by Rainer Maria Rilke Translation by Stephen Cohn

And we , we stay spectators; turned towards
all things and still transcending none.
All overwhelms us. We set all in order.
All falls apart. We order it once more
And fall, collapse, disintegrate ourselves.
From the Eighth Elegy of ‘Duino’Elegies’ by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Stephen Cohn

That’s what fate means:
To be facing each other
And nothing but each other
And to be doing it forever
From the Eighth Elegy of ‘Duino’Elegies’ by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by David Young