Someday, emerging at last from this vision,
Let me sing out joy and praise to assenting angels.
Let not even one of the clearly struck hammers of my heart,
Fail to sound because of doubt, slack, or a broken string.
Let my joyfully streaming face make me more radiant.
Let my hidden weeping arise and blossom.
How dear you’ll 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 nights of pain,
How we gaze beyond them to see if they have an end.
—Rainer Maria Rilke,
Someday
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