It is good to love: for, love is hard.
Rilke
He has always been attracted by female saints.
Potential ones. Mystics, by intimation.
He met with virgins, mad
and wise. Analysed dreams;
in a monastery.
Talked about it with a prostitute.
He took his study of literature lightly.
He didn’t care about great secrets, libraries.
He watched the tree of life in chaos.
At a certain angle. For himself.
He did not pass the exam in romanticism:
he failed on account of the dead sweetheart motif.