Our winter-suffering foliage, our dark evergreen,,,

“Some day, in the emergence from this fierce insight, 
let me sing jubilation and praise to assenting Angels. 
Let not a single one of the cleanly-struck hammers of my heart 
deny me, through a slack, or a doubtful, or 
a broken string. Let my streaming face 
make me more radiant: let my secret weeping 
bear flower. O, how dear you will be to me, then, Nights 
of anguish. Inconsolable sisters, why did I not 
kneel more to greet you, lose myself more 
in your loosened hair? We, squanderers of pain. 
How we gaze beyond them into duration’s sadness, 
to see if they have an end. Though they are nothing but 
our winter-suffering foliage, our dark evergreen, 
one of the seasons of our inner year – not only 
season – : but place, settlement, camp, soil, dwelling.”
Rilke, The Duino Elegies, The Tenth Elegy

About Leslie D. Bartlett

I am a photographer Cape Ann Historian; as a Historian I present the heritage of Cape Ann through lectures, my photography and writings. As a photographer I stand speak on behalf of the image - most often a landscape image
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