See how those cranes fly arcing through the sky!
The clouds they have for company on their way
Were there already when they had to fly
From one life to another far away.
Together at the selfsame height and pace
It seems an almost casual display.
That crane and cloud just chance to share the space
Of the wide skies through which they pass so briefly
So neither one may linger in this place
And all they see is one another slightly
Rocking on the wind in loose accord
Who now in flight lie side by side so lightly
The wind may carry them off into the void.
If they remain themselves, and hold on tight
They can be touched by nothing untoward
It doesn’t matter if they’re driven out
Threatened by gunshots or by stormy weather.
Indifferent to the sun and moon’s pale light
They journey on, besotted with each other.
What are you fleeing from?
You ask how long now have they been together?
—And when they’ll part?
—Oh, soon enough.
So love appears secure to those who love.
– Bertolt Brecht. Tercets on love—The lovers
translated by Tom Kuhn