As If A Phantom Caress‘d Me

As if a phantom caresse‘d me,
I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the shore, the one I loved that caress‘d me,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light, that one has utterly disappear‘d,
And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me.

(Walt Whitman)

Die Liebe, die wir erhoffen, die uns verwehrt bleibt, die wir erlangen, die wir wieder verlieren… und die anderen, die uns dafür hassen.