Rainer Maria Rilke: The Man Watching
Rilke is the favorite poet of many people I respect; but I have never read him. I see that thre is a difference between poetic and prosaic people and that I am prosaic. How much of Rilke do I miss when I read him, fifty percent, ninety percent, ninety-eight percent? But this poem and "We are the driving ones," I can use in my meditation. Maybe some of his others also, if I become less prosaic.