Meditation and Wedding Prayer

Between rushing and hurrying, in noise and burdens, from time to time I like to rest in thoughtfulness. Fly, fly, my thinking, back, search, search. In secret corners of the twilight past there may well be a blinking leaf of bygone happiness. And I'm looking in my keepsake box. between ribbons and letters that slept long, out of dry flowers and pale ribbons, I want to grab something dear.

I found a piece of paper, written in pencil, which made my heart warm. What did it say? From my hand I like to pity you; You: Do you like mi aa? Beneath it, in slender strokes, it said: Yes. In noise and burden, in timid times, a guest out of bliss was this little Yes of the past.

Your Wedding in Thun, Berne

You beloved, lost in advance, never come, I do not know which tones are dear to you. I no longer try to recognize you when what is to come surges. All the great images in me, in the distance experienced landscape, cities and towers and bridges and unexpected turns of the way and the mighty of those countries once crossed by gods. Rises to importance in me yours, escaping. Ah, the gardens are you, ah.

I saw them with such hope. An open window in the country house, and you almost approached me thoughtfully. I found alleys, you had just walked them. And sometimes the mirrors of the shops of the dealers were still dizzy of you and gave my too sudden image with a fright. Who knows whether the same bird did not ring through us yesterday, one by one, in the evening?