Friday, October 10, 2003
- How shall I hold my soul, that it may not
be touching yours? How shall I lift it then
about you to where other things are waiting?
Ah, gladly would I lodge it, all-forgot,
With some lost thing the dark is so isolating
On some remote and silent spot that, when
Your depths vibrate, is not itself vibrating.
You and me—all that lights upon us, though,
brings us together like a fiddle-bow
drawing one voice from two strings it glides along.
Across what instrument have we been spanned?
And what violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest song.
Sixteen years ago today was our wedding day. The above poem, by Rainer Maria Rilke was read at our wedding.
5,840 days later, the essence of the poem still holds up under the harsh light of time.
140,160 hours later, our souls still touch at all points.
8,409,600 minutes later, we are still drawing one voice from two strings.
504,576,000 seconds later, we still come first in each other’s lives.
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