“ Life is glorious here. You girls knew it,
even you
who see to have gone without it - you
who sank under
In the cities’ vilest streets festering like
open sewers.
For there was one hour for each of you,
maybe
less than an hour, some span between
two whiles
that can hardly be measured, when you
possessed Being.
All. Your veins swelled with existence
—
Rainer Maria Rilke
Ducho Elegies: ‘the seventh elegy’
(1912~1922)
