This is very suggestive & touches a deep chord. I wish I understood the
apparent reference to Psyche in the last line & a half. I thought
immediately of Rilke's _The Departure of the Prodigal Son_ ~ "Now to depart
from all that confusion/that's ours and yet does not belong to us/.../from
all those things that as with thorns/attach themselves to us once
more.../.../to see, half-guessing, how impersonally,/ how over all our heads
occurred the woe /that childhood was full of to the brim -" etc. (only a
rough impromptu translation by me). The babes in a wood who will never be
happy or good also come to mind.
Martin
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