20
Jun
Sonnets to Orpheus, IV
O you tender ones, step now and then
into the breath that takes no heed of you:
it will part as it brushes your cheeks
and then tremble behind you, united again.
O you who are blissful, you who are whole,
you who seem the beginnings of hearts.
Bows for arrows and arrows’ aim, through tears
your smile will glow more eternal.
Don’t be afraid to suffer– take your heaviness
and give it back to the earth’s own weight;
the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.
Even the trees you planted as children
have long grown too heavy; you couldn’t bear them.
But the breezes… and the spaces…
— Rainer Maria Rilke. trans. Edward Snow
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