Not because there is happiness,
that rash profit taken just prior to impending loss,
not out of curiosity, or to give the heart practice,
reasons that would hold for the laurel too…
but because being here is so much, and because everything
in this fleeting world seems to need us, and
strangely speaks to us. Us, the most fleeting. Once
for everything, only once. Once and no more. And we, too,
only once. Never again. But to have been,
this once, if only this once:
to have been of the earth can never be taken back.
--Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
Translated by Galway Kinnell and Hannah Liebmann
Monday, August 11, 2014
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How sad to read this lovely poem on the evening of learning that Robin Williams chose not to live.
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