increasing the weight of the touch

Everything causes a wound, 

and none has forgiven another. 

Wounded as you, and wounding, 

it was you that I lived for. 

 

The pure touch of the spirit, 

increasing the weight of the touch, 

we come to know when aging 

and by the coldest silence are clutched. 

 

[Ingeborg Bachmann {1926-1973} 'Brotherhood' Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems]