At last...after years of searching...(while another copy of it ended $200 on ebay a couple of weeks ago and i've cried thousand tears)
How we squander our hours of pain.
How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration
to see if they have an end. Though they are really
our winter-enduring foliage, our dark evergreen,
one season in our inner year-, not only a season
in time-, but are place and settlement, foundation and soil
and home. (Rainer Maria Rilke)