Oh smile where
- •"Yes, you are in my blood, the room, the Spring-time is filling with you’..... What use is that: they cannot hold us, we vanish inside and around them. And those who are beautiful, oh, who holds them back? Appearance, endlessly, stands up, in their face, and goes by. Like dew from the morning grass, what is ours rises from us, like the heat
- •from a dish that is warmed. O smile: where? O upward gaze: new, warm, vanishing wave of the heart - : oh, we are that. Does the cosmic space, we dissolve into, taste of us then? Do the Angels really only take back what is theirs, what has streamed out of them, or is there sometimes, as if by an oversight, something of our being, as well?"
- •-Mariana Rilke, the second duino elegy