damn

Here is a passage from A Woman's Life by Guy de Maupassant (translated by H.N.P. Sloman):

It seemed to Jeanne as if her heart was broadening, enabling her to grasp things unseen, and these little scattered lights in the fields suddenly gave her a keen sense of the isolation of all human beings, with everything to keep them apart and divide them, leading them far away from all the things that they might love; and with resignation in her tone she said: "Life really isn't much fun."

grave

I read that Guy de Maupassant wrote his own epitaph: "I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing."

Wow.

cowboy's prayer and bury me not on the lone prairie

a poem by rainer maria rilke

Early Spring

Harshness gone.  And sudden mitigation
laid upon the field's uncovered grey.
Little runnels change their intonation.
Tentative caresses stray

round the still earth from immensity.
Roads run far into the land, foretelling.
Unexpectedly you find it, welling
upwards in the empty tree.

translated by J.B. Leishman