the Poem

How many loved your moments of glad grace
and loved your beauty
with love false or true
but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
and loved the sorrow of your changing face

(and for my badly negelcted German friends)
Wie viele liebten
,ehrlich oder nicht,
das Heiter-Schöne an Dir
Einer nur
sah liebend deiner Pilgerseele Spur
in Trauer wandeln über dein Gesicht

Hannelore Hildebrand

seen somewhen in the beginning of summer in the blue child in Dresden- this poem just got me
Now everybody on our toilet has to read it