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  • The story about you and your dead girl - friend Naomi, Tony, absolutely breaks my heart.

    I have read and re - read it all day long.

    I do not know what to say, but I do want to say something. How wonderful if I knew the one word that can heal our souls, but so far I have not found that word.

    For agnostics like me maybe just poetry can give consolation.

    After having read the story about Naomi 3 times a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke appeared in my mind. As you, Tony, seem to be fluent in German I put it here in German. This is one of the most beautiful poems I have encountered in my life:

    Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit,
    als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten;
    sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde.
    Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde
    aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit.
    Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt.
    Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen,
    Und doch ist Einer, welcher dieses Fallen
    unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.

    The leaves are falling, falling as from far
    Where distant with'ring gardens grace the skies,
    Theyr'e falling with a gesture that denies.
    And in the nights the heavy earth falls by
    Into the loneliness, from a far star.
    We all are falling. This hand falls, as it extends.
    And take a look at others. It's in them all.
    And yet there's One, holding this fall
    With endless gentleness in both his hands.

    translation by Guntram Deichsel

    I see this hand of SOMEONE, which holds - infinitely calm - Naomi and you, Kathleens Cohn´s husband and Immacolata´s Antonio, Pete´s mother and me and all the others, who we are falling...

    A long time ago there was a story here written by Trish Ann. She and her sister visited their Dad in hospital. He had some serious infection in his brains and was out of consciousness most of the time. Every day the sisters took their Dad out to the park in a wheel chair and hoped for a moment of light and recognizing in his mind. I have not read from them again, but the father and his daughters keep moving in my mind. I hope SOMEONE - infinitely calm - also holds them in his hand....

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