Quatorze prières
- Prière pour aimer la douleur
I have nothing but my sorrow, and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours, when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me? O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me. Ah, I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. Because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you mi.
