O smile, going where? O upturned look:new, warm, receding surge of the heart--;alas, we are that surge. Does then the cosmic spacewe dissolve in taste of us? Do the  angelsreclaim only what is theirs, their own outstreamed existence,or sometimes, by accident, does a bit  of usget mixed in? Are we blended in their featureslike the slight vagueness that  complicates the looksof pregnant women? Unnoticed by them in theirwhirling back into themselves? (How  could they notice?)
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
angels, dissolve, pregnant-women, surge