“She was in herself, like a woman near term,
and did not think of the man, going on ahead,
or the path, climbing upwards towards life.
She was in herself. And her being-dead
filled her with abundance.
As a fruit with sweetness and darkness,
so she was full with her vast death.”
―
Rainer Maria Rilke,
ORPHEUS. EURYDICE. HERMES. NOTATIONS ON A LANDSCAPE.
