It is truly strange to no longer inhabit the earth,
To no longer practice customs barely acquired,
not to give a meaning to human futurity
to roses, and other expressly promising things:
no longer to be what one was in endlessly anxious hands,
and to set aside even one’s own
proper name like a broken plaything.

Rainer Maria Rilke
The Duino Elegies
The First Elegy

©Glenn Scarboro