O Trees of life, oh, when winterly?
We’re not in accord. Are not of one mind
like birds of passage. Overtaken and belated,
we force ourselves abruptly on the winds
and fall into an indifferent pond. We understand
blooming and withering alike. And somewhere
lions are still wandering and do not know,
in their lordliness, of any weakness.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Fourth Elegy,” The Duino Elegies. (Insel-Verlag 1923) Translation by C.F. MacIntyre .