tenth elegy

Let my joyfully streaming face
make me more radiant; let my hidden weeping arise and blossom. How dear you will be to me then, you nights of anguish. Why didn’t I kneel more deeply to accept you,
inconsolable sisters, and, surrendering, lose myself in your loosened hair. How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration to see if they have an end. Though they are really our winter-enduring foliage, our dark evergreen, one season in our inner year-, not only a season
in time-, but are place and settlement, foundation and soil and home.
—  The Tenth Elegy - Rainer Maria Rilke