Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet
Let everything happen to you,
beauty and terror,
just keep going,
no feeling is final.
Rainer Maria Rilke
You, the hour, are deserting me,
wounding me with the beat of your wings.
Alone: now what use my mouth?
What are my days and nights to me?
I have no sweetheart and no house,
nowhere that is my home ground. All things
into which I give myself
grow in riches and give me out.
Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland)
Heather Dixon 