Vengeance is a Lazy Form of Grief
Oh you blessed ones, oh you whole,in whom the beginning of hearts appears.Bows for arrows and arrows’ goal,your smile is always stained with tears.
Don’t be afraid the weight will oppress,give it back to the Earth’s heaviness;heavy are the mountains, heavy are the seas.
The trees that you planted as children, thesehave long been too heavy for you to bear.But space … but the air …
– R. M. Rilke’s sonnets to Orpheus, inspired by teenaged dancer Wera Ouckama-Knoop’s unexpected death
