Solitary, Connected, Attached

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

Letter Six

December 23, 1903
My dear Mr. Kappus,

I don’t want you to be without a greeting from me when Christmas comes and when you, in the midst of the holiday, are bearing your solitude more heavily than usual. But when you notice that it is vast, you should be happy; for what (you should ask yourself) would a solitude be that was not vast; there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along, the most unworthy. . . . But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of spring. But that must not confuse you. What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours – that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grown-ups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn’t understand a thing about what they were doing.

And when you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? Why should you want to give up a child’s wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not-understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.

Think, dear Sir, of the world that you carry inside you, and call this thinking whatever you want to: a remembering of your own childhood or a yearning toward a future of your own – only be attentive to what is arising within you, and place that above everything you perceive around you. What is happening in your innermost self is worthy of your entire love; somehow you must find a way to work at it, and not lose too much time or too much courage in clarifying your attitude toward people. Who says that you have any attitude at all? – I know, your profession is hard and full of things that contradict you, and I foresaw your lament and knew that it would come. Now that it has come, there is nothing I can say to reassure you, I can only suggest that perhaps all professions are like that, filled with demands, filled with hostility toward the individual, saturated as it were with the hatred of those who find themselves mute and sullen in an insipid duty. The situation you must live in now is not more heavily burdened with conventions, prejudices, and false ideas than all the other situations, and if there are some that pretend to offer a greater freedom, there is nevertheless none that is, in itself, vast and spacious and connected to the important Things that the truest kind of life consists of. Only the individual who is solitary is placed under the deepest laws like a Thing, and when he walks out into the rising dawn or looks out into the event-filled evening and when he feels what is happening there, all situations drop from him as if from a dead man, though he stands in the midst of pure life. What you, dear Mr. Kappus, now have to experience as an officer, you would have felt in just the same way in any of the established professions; yes, even if, outside any position, you had simply tried to find some easy and independent contact with society, this feeling of being hemmed in would not have been spared you. – It is like this everywhere; but that is no cause for anxiety or sadness; if there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things; they will not abandon you; and the nights are still there, and the winds that move through the trees and across many lands; everything in the world of Things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in; and children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way – and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, and the grown-ups are nothing, and their dignity has no value….”

photo by miguel ugalde

“What is happening in your innermost self is worthy of your entire love.”

Steve dozed beside me until a few minutes past noon this morning, my fingers lightly stroking his arm, his temple, his chest; he felt so warm.  My mind wandered to the last time I touched my husband’s body, deathly cold and precious.  Time evaporated as a tear wet my cheek.  The experience of focused touch would perhaps be a Thing in Rilke’s mind, an action of solitude.  I find myself capable of hours of tactile exploration reminiscent of early motherhood, caressing the skin of my newborn.  I wonder if I am building attachment, an edifice of suffering that will darken my future.  Perhaps I am merely demonstrating connection, an awareness of the reality of the universe.  I contemplate the possibility that I am in a holy state – “with my body I thee worship” – enacting the ritual of Lover and Beloved all by myself.  I feel supremely womanly in this posture and suppose it is something born of biology rather than will, but the mystery of it transcends a scientific framework.  I sense the vastness of solitude in the midst of intimacy.  This paradox is a place of love and vocation to the poet, and I want to know it better.

3 thoughts on “Solitary, Connected, Attached

  1. photo credits are always appreciated when available — speaking as one whose stuff gets grabbed from t’ interwebs all time.

    “I wonder if I am building attachment, an edifice of suffering that will darken my future. Perhaps I am merely demonstrating connection, an awareness of the reality of the universe.”

    Connection is no small matter, and mere or not, if it brings joy then it supports your liberation from the suffering of attachment. Where there is attachment, there is fear of loss. Where there is connection, there is the understanding that nothing can be removed from the unity that is.

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