Quick thing to relate of the past week and a half. As I am thinking about my next phase of life I’ve been talking to a lot of people about what I want to do when I grow up. Two good friends Gave me the same poem in response to my story… It’s The Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke’ Letters to a young poet… I believe it’s number four. Rilke wrote these to a young army cadet who would asked him to critique some poems in the early part of the 20th century
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.
And 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 answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke ” Letters to a Young Poet”
I like the poem… And I think it’s pretty cool cosmic coincidence the two people gave it to me within the course of a week. It’s actually right on
Bit I, Like I suppose the intended recipient of these letters… am impatient…
That’s why I think my title of ‘Rilkes’s Shpulkes’ is so funny. the word ‘shpilkes’ Is a Yiddish word that means inpatient or full of nervous energy… And it rhymes with Rilke
I crack myself up sometimes
Night all, night Sam
-me
Great prom my friend.
As in poem. Ugh auto correct…
Thank you for posting this poem . I’ve never read it before. And you have to keep reading it to get all its meanings. I have to be more educated. Of course, someone else reading it may see it’s a shpulke – full of nervous energy – that goes right back to the poem.