Day 12: Melancholy Does Suit Us

“My barely invisible hands are climbing the walls in search of something to eat.”

Those are the very first words I ever heard in Swedish.

Evening falling –
a soft lamenting
sounds in the bird calls I have summoned. Greyish walls
tumble down.
My own hands
find themselves again. What I have loved
I cannot hold.
What lies around me I cannot leave Everything declines while darkness rises.
Nothing overcomes me –
this must be life’s way.

~ “Weariness” by Hannah Arendt

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