Loneliness is like the rain.
It rises from the sea when the daylight wanes
and gathers around the darkest plains.
It ascends to heaven, where it finds a home,
then falls on the city, scattered and alone.
It rains down on the sad, disjointed
hours when streets pass into dawn,
when naked bodies, disappointed
in each other, put their clothes back on,
when people in whom all love is gone
sleep in one bed, bitterly …
then loneliness returns to the sea.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2016