The Suicide's Song // Rainer Maria Rilke
Another moment to live through, then.
How the rope I fasten, again and again
someone cuts.
I’ve got prepared so wonderfully,
and already a litte eternity
was in my guts.
They bring me now, as they’ve done before,
this spoonful of life to sup.
No, I won’t, I won’t have any more,
let me bring it up.
Life’s an excellent thing, I know,
through all the world outspread;
I simply can’t digest it, though,
it only goes to my head.
It nourishes others, it makes me ill;
one can dislike the thing.
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