Loneliness
Loneliness is like a rain.
It raises from the sea towards the evenings;
from plains that are far and remote,
it goes to heaven, that always has it.
And only from the skies does it fall on the city.
Pours down in the twilight hours,
when all streets turn towards morning
and all bodies, which have found nothing,
leave each other, sad and let down;
and when people who hate each other,
have to sleep together in one bed:
then loneliness goes with the rivers…
Einsamkeit (Loneliness) by Rilke, 1902, translated by Philipp Kellmeyer
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