Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.
There was earth inside them, and they dug.
Tall poplars--human beings of this earth!
who is invisible enough to see you
He speaks truly who speaks the shade.
The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?