“Yes–the springtimes needed you.
Often a star was waiting for you to notice it.
A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past,
or as you walked under an open window,
a violin yielded itself to your hearing.
All this was mission.
But could you accomplish it?
Weren’t you always distracted by expectation,
as if every event announced a beloved?”
from Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke,
translated by Stephen Mitchell