Even if we are seldom the center . . .

The big quail came back today and posed against the light.

of the very late and very hot afternoon.

"LOSS TOO IS OURS . . ."

Loss too is ours; and even what we have

         forgotten

still has stature in the enduring

                                                 realm of change.

What we've let go of orbits; and even if we are

         seldom the center

of one of the circles: they describe all around us

         the holy form.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Translated from the German by Franz Wright 

The Unknown Rilke, Oberlin College Press, 1990, page 165.

This poem seems to me to be just about perfectly complete the way it is; I cannot think of anything the say about itt. Sleep well.