You who never arrived
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. (Rainer Maria Rilke) I fell into this poem far before i knew the author. Beautiful...sad at the same time, and pathetic sometimes. I knew this poem for the first time from a fiction story. A deep fiction, something deep, something makes you think, and i love to read those kind of deep things. It's a story about two people i used to know. The sociable and the loner Some people say they share soul The brain and the heart The saviour and the protector and this is the complete version of this poem You who never arrived You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges,
