I just experienced a new state of indifference: to the magnificient poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke.

I read a line of his, it was very pretty, but it bored me to no end as nothing new.

He was a favourite poet of mine in my early english learning years of 20 something.

I am never faced with indifference when I personally read Mary Oliver. Her poetry works her magic on me still to this day. 

Oh, by the way, drunk out of my seat, i read some Leviticus (Bible sent by friend D) last night and enjoyed it quite a bit for a dry read. The stories of Aaron and Moses.