Learning and Suffering
Both pain and change remind us we’re alive.
(For this relief, much thanks.) All too aware
of failing strength, of haemorrhaging drive,
I look upon what’s left with blank despair.
Can knowledge offer solace, wisdom soothe?
I have to take the view that yes, they must:
although the road can not be flat or smooth,
the soul’s what separates us from the dust.
Koreans have a proverb, touching this.
The rice plant, when it’s young, keeps pushing up,
just like young men. Blind arrogance, the bliss
that’s born of bodily beauty, fills the cup
of pride. Life crushes, cows, and yet endows:
the rice attains its ripeness, and it bows.
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