Into the Hills
By Matthew Crompton
“The ball that we hurled into infinite space,
doesn’t it fill our hand differently with its return:
heavier by the weight of where it has been?”
—Rilke
doesn’t it fill our hand differently with its return:
heavier by the weight of where it has been?”
—Rilke
[1] Calcutta
The impression of Calcutta, arriving on a sweltering afternoon in early summer, is not of an ancient city existing, like Benares, outside of time. Instead, it