Wednesday, March 08, 2017

I Visited the Poetry Dispenser on 5th Street Yesterday

The poem for March was from Rainer Maria Rilke:

Live the Questions

I want to beg you, 

as much as I can, 

to be patient toward 

all that is unsolved 

in your heart 

and to try to love 

the questions themselves—

like locked rooms 

and like books 

that are written 

in a very foreign tongue. 

Do not now seek the answers, 

which cannot be given to you 

because you would not 

be able to live them. 

The point is, 

to live everything. 

Live the questions now. 

Perhaps you will then 

gradually, without noticing it, 

live along some distant day 

into the future.

In other news, chronic pain continues to impair my quality of life.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Keep doing your stretches."\\