zelkam:(Abel speaks)I am not. The brother did something to me that my eyes didn’t see. He veil

zelkam:

(Abel speaks)

I am not. The brother did something to me that my eyes didn’t see.
He veiled the light.
He hid my face with his face.
Now he is alone. I think he must still exist,
for no one does to him what he did to me.
All have gone the same way:
all are met with his rage,
beside him all are lost.

I sense my older brother lie awake
as if accused.
Night offers itself to me,
not to him.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, tr. Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy