When the present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate -filmed as new spun silk, will the neighbours say, "He was a man who used to notice such things"? Thomas Hardy, Afterwards.

For Tony, Excerpts from the First Elegy, Rainer Maria Rilke ‘Of course, it is strange to inhabit the earth no longer, to give up customs one barely had time to learn, not to see roses and other promising things in terms of a human future; no longer to be what one was in infinitely anxious hands; to leave even one's own first name behind, forgetting it as easily as a child abandons a broken toy. Strange to no longer desire one's desires. Strange to see meanings that clung together once, floating away in every direction. Though the living are wrong to believe in the too-sharp distinctions which they themselves have created.’ Trs. by Stephen Mitchell

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